The family at the hay harvest (Photo credit: MuseumWales)

The yeoman yammered about his yellow yearlings, his scant yield and about how heavy a yoke Yahveh had given him to bear.

It only made the youngster yawn.

The yeoman yanked the youngster’s hair and yelled him in the face, before he slumped down and yammered on, only now it was about his youth and about how he yearned for yesteryear.

The yeoman told many a yarn to the youngster then of yahoos and yaks and Yorkshire men, a few were in Yiddish and those were the only ones the youngster did not suspect the yeoman of having woven himself.