As I walked through West Haddlesey

I clocked a bloke an’ ‘e clocked me

I nodded and bid ‘im “Good Day”

But all the old git had to say

Wa’ “Naar Then!”

 

Then nowt more said as ‘e trudged by

I puzzled this confused reply;

Whilst not the greatest o’ life’s shocks

It seemed a perfect paradox.

 

Naar ,

A paradox is when two bits

O’ thought are polar opposites

And yet mek sense in their own way

Like when I heard this owd git say

“Naar then!”

 

Cos

There seems no reconciling when

“Naar” is naar while “Then” wa’ then

Like swearing you can hear the purr

O’ that there cat o’ Schrodinger.

 

I watched ‘im mooch along ‘is trek

An’yet again I heard ‘im mek

This greetin’ to a second bloke

(I guessed it long before ‘e spoke)

“Naar then!”

 

So on ‘e shuffled through the night

Completely unaware ‘e might

Have found in Yorkshire’s Ridings three

New concepts of philosophy.

“Naar then!”