The full version of the poem entitled 'Tit-For-Tat'.
It's cold an' grey an' still outside,
And everything is wet with rain.
I'm standing on the cushion seat,
And breavin' on the window pane.
An' drawin' pictures with me 'and.
The window's high against the sky
I can't see out unless I stand.
I've drawn a house an' chimley pot;
I've drawn a man an' child'en too,
A napple an' a toasting fork,
An' someone jus' like you,
And Gran'ma sitting in the rain.
Tha pane's so small I've filled it all,
And 'speks I'll have to breave again.
But Jane has spoilt it now; she says
I want a whippin' an' I don't.
She's rubbed the window clean and says
I'll fetch a policeman, but she won't.
And now she's gone downstairs again
I'm breavin' on the window pane,
I'll draw a nugly one of Jane.