There by our palace door.
Padoy, see, we’ve got company,
Now you must be polite
And say “Good morning” pretty,
And “Won’t you sit down?” That’s right.
And here’s the dinner ready—
Biscuit and sauce and tea.
The tea it’s water and sugar,
And as sweet as sweet can be;
And the biscuits—Padoy, she makes ’em: