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