L’Uncle, ‘oo is Australian, ‘e  think ‘e know it all.

‘Now listen here Son,’ ‘e say, ‘Eet’s toime you put put your limbs into action and moved yourarse’.

‘But L’Uncle,’ ah protest, ‘le lambs do not want to move’.

‘What’s the sheep got to do with it’ ‘e growl.

Sheep? Ah did not say anything about le sheep.
‘Mah lambs are quite content to stay ‘ere L’Uncle’ ah say as ah rub mah nose on ‘is berm

‘Gettorf meyer beeg hairy Poofta’ ‘e yell, but ‘e is not le boss of me.

Pretty soon, we are ‘aving le stouche oveur mah lambs.
‘LAMBS’ ah shout, ‘ah do not want to move mah lambs, you are not le boss of me’

As it turn out, apparently…

‘E is le boss of me. ‘E stomp ‘is lamb.

Now ah ‘ave to spend le rest of le morning practicing le spinich walk.

‘Come on Son, lift from yer shoulder’

Ah lift.

‘That was a halfarsed effort lad, now come on, LIFT that limb’.
‘Ah am TRYING L’Uncle’ ah grizzle, ‘Mah lambs do not want to be lifted any ‘igher’.

L’Uncle is still going on about le sheep ‘aving nothing to do with it.
‘Bleuh bleuh bloody sheep,’ ‘e say but ah do not understand l’Australian language any more.
Ah pretend ‘is berm is in front of mah lamb and ah kick that lamb up as ‘ard as ah can.