Gregory comes of age.

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“Gregory's gone for a tinkle" Rosemary whispered with glee; "Can he tinkle and not make it sprinkle?" I enquired, from the velvet settee. "Well he practiced all week When he needed a leak, and his boss says he's doing quite well; the floor's always dry when he zips up his fly and the bathroom's a beautiful smell". (Can be sung to the tune of Leonard Cohen’s “I lit a thin green candle”)