Gruts For Tea

Hello, Billy, tea time! Gruts for tea! Billy, Billy Come on, son Gruts for tea! Fresh gruts! Oh, I don't want gruts for tea, Daddy What? I went out specially and got them for you Aw, but Daddy, we had gruts yesterday 'Look, son, I walked seven miles to the High Wood to get you gruts That's 14 miles in all, counting the journey back And you don't want gruts? I fried them for you Fried gruts, hmm, I fried them in butter I don't want them, Daddy Daddy, we've had gruts for three years now I'm fed up with gruts I don't want them anymore Daddy, can't we have something else for tea? Oh, son! Gruts! They're lovely Daddy, I don't want gruts anymore I hate gruts I detest them I have them every day and they're always fried in butter Can't you think of another way of cooking gruts? There's hundreds of ways of cooking gruts Boil them, or bake them, or stew them, or braise them But every day, fried gruts "Billy, come in for tea Fried gruts I've walked 14 miles Seven miles to the High Wood and back" Three years of gruts Look what it's done to me, Daddy! Come here! Come here into the bedroom and look at ourselves in the mirror, you and me Now, look at that! Yes I see what you mean Son, let's not waste these gruts Tomorrow I'll go to the High Wood and get something else Look, Daddy, you've been saying this for three years now Every day we have this same thing I take you to the mirror and you say we'll have something else for tea What else is there in the High Wood besides gruts? Well, there's leaves, bark, grass, and leaves Gruts are really the best You must admit it Yes, Daddy, I admit it Gruts are really the best, but I don't want them I hate them I detest them In fact I'm going' to take this panful of gruts and throw them out Oh, don't do that! Don't throw them out for goodness' sake! You'll poison the dog!