An Englishman, an Irishman and a Scotsman were forced by a wicked witch to
jump over a cliff but their fairy godmother obtained for them a concession that
whatever word they spoke before they jumped they would land in.
'Feathers,' said The Englishman, and he landed on a nice soft bed of feathers.
'Cushions,' said The Scotsman, and he landed on a nice big soft cushion.
The Irishman ran up to The edge of The cliff, tripped, and, as he fell over he
said, 'Oh poos.' (Told to me by my 9 year old son and he didn't say 'poos' either!)