WHAT SHALL WE SING
We are twins too, and they say we look alike.
We are so hungry just now we simply cannot tell you a tale.
But we will sing you a song,—if we can think of one.
Hey ding a ding, what shall we sing?
How many holes in a skimmer?
Four and twenty,—we’re feeling quite empty;
Dear Queen, give us some dinner.
Hey ding a ding, what shall we sing?
Dear Queen, give us some dinner.
WE’RE FEELING QUITE EMPTY