Miss M. Ma, make ’em stop! They’re plaguing me!
Mother Goose. Well, you should have shared with him, you see.
(All sing, as before.)
All. Look at the spider, Who sat beside her! Isn’t he queer and fat? He’s only a cloth one, Oh, she is a soft one To be so much frightened at that!
Miss M. Ma! Ma! Do make ’em stop!
Mother Goose. Don’t whine.
Miss M. Well, some of ’em’s teasing me all the time.
(All sing, as before.)
All. Little Miss Muffet Never can rough it; Always she’ll howl and yell. Be careful to please her, For if you should tease her, She’ll run to Ma, bawling, and tell.
Miss M. I don’t like any of you girls and boys, And that isn’t singing. It’s just a big noise.