From me old cockney sparrow
In the heart of London, where the bells do chime,
Lives a Cockney lad with a heart full of rhyme.
He'll spin you a yarn, with a twist and a twirl,
With a cheeky grin and a twinkle in his eye,
He'll take you on a ride, with the birds in the sky.
He'll talk of "plates of meat" for feet,
And "apples and pears" for stairs you'll meet.
He'll rhyme off "trouble and strife" for wife,
And "China plate" for life.
He'll talk of "butcher's hook" for look,
And "Adam and Eve" for a shock.
So listen up, my friend, and lend me your ear,
As I take you on a journey, through Cockney rhyme, oh so clear.
With a "chinwag" and a "laugh and a joke,"
We'll paint a picture, with every stroke.
From the bustling markets, to the smoky pubs,
The Cockney spirit, it never subs.
With a "bovvered" accent, and a heart so grand,
The Cockney lad, he'll always take a stand.
So let's raise a glass, to the Cockney rhyme,
A language of charm, and a rhythm of time.
From the streets of London, to the world so wide,
The Cockney spirit, it will always abide.
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