Every time his mother spoke, The Boy replied why?

It seemed that word, was the only one, he was able to utter,

It drove his mother up a tree, and angry words to mutter;

As it sounded as though her Boy, was becoming a real nutter.

His granny and his father too, didn’t know what to do,

So both ignored The Boy, turning their attention to Hugh.

The Boy’s brother Hugh, was younger and quieter too,

He had learned saying why, was a thing, not to do.