Lyric discussion by sillybunny 

I quarreled with my brother I don’t know what about One thing led to another And somehow, we fell out He runs around in rings But why, we cannot tell With sideways leaps—he springs At things invisible

But where is the lady in the pretty gown? Where is the baby—who used to crow and frown? Like a pink rose—round she goes On tip toes With the pony under And then—oh wonder!

Who knows why I stand and bay at her? Who know what I have to say to her?

Up with you, lazybones Over the brink Don’t stop to pick up heart Don’t stop to think

Of all the horrid breakfasts This breakfast’s the worst Who tumbled out of his bed Wrong leg first?

Oh dear—what shall I do? Nothing lasts more than a moment or two.

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