When I was 20 I complained to my grandfather about a girl
& He said when he was my age
He complained about my grandmother to her mother
That he was a good catch & she was stubborn
So her mother said let me tell you a story
When I was a little girl in shtetl
There was a butcher
& Every day he would throw out the bones
& The dogs would come
So every day there is one bone that is the best bone
& The dog that gets the best bone is not the nicest dog
That's how my daughter got you