Humid nightmare lute musik
A flinger of plurabilly teas
Came twice upon a time
Good times it was two
Dis goblin was a-coming downa road
An dis goblin that was a-coming downa road
Bet a nice-a-little boy name Baby Buckoo.
Her mother sneaked him dat story.
Her rather had a leery face:
Sin, sin, Jesuit-sin
Threw the grass darkly
Fat, thin, fat, thin, sin,sin
She has a faerie space
Wid a bonny-babymoocowface,
White milk, yellow lemon, black taste
“Oh why is mi wife in a miner? quay?
Oh! why do me words a-mutter-to me?
Half de pound of tippenny lice
Half de pounded tree-bell
That’s de way the monkey blows
Plop goes the world’s-shell.”
Hand have she a goblin’s pretty lace ?
And have she thought him
Widdda slicea cake?
Wiv d yellow plaits
Fer r to fright-a-cat
Come! Come! hankies-in d quays now
She sad a wood beneath her fleet
But, oh! she only ‘av her seams to bare
She spread her seams under me feet
Feet, dainty and good t’eat
Be oh! be careful of me seams