"I'm weary, I'm weary", said mother McCreary
She was tired of the everyday mess
So she took out the sewing machine one day
And made herself quite a nice dress
She wore it for fun, and then took out a gun
And rifled some drawers for new knickers
Shot herslf in the foot, while her husband said "Tut"
Which was good, as they both were church vicars
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