EAT YR HART OUT, KIDS. U DIDNT INVENT IT.
My grandmother, when she was a child, and that was way back in the eighteen-whatevers, was handed a piece of paper by her grandmother, (and that was even wayer back in Victoria's glorious reign,) on which she'd written :----
YY U R, YY U B, I C U R YY 4 ME. Get it! (Too wise your are, too wise you be, I see you are too wise for me.)