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Oh, my boy, come in, do,

You are back at last;

Years since last we saw you —

How the time has passed!

Have a bath and shave first?

No? A cup of tea?

Think you want a rest worst?

Dear, oh deary me!

Look, dear, at your boots, too,

All cut with the rocks;

And you haven’t, have you,

Any mended socks?

They are always tearing?

Threw them all away?

Alberts you are wearing?

Goodness, what are they?

Felt that you were coming,

So I wrote to Bob;

He says things are humming,

And you’ll get a job.

Now, dear, don’t come near me,

You’re all over dust;

Can you smoke? Oh, dear me,

If you really must.