Snap-poo!
I passed Miss Smith’s and thought I’d light,
Snap-poo!
So I hitch’d my hoss and in did go,
Just for to spend an hour or so.
Chorus (marching up and down,
and snapping fingers at Pete).
Snap-poo! Snap-Peter!
Fi-lan-thi-go-shee-ter!
Snap-poo! (Repeat chorus.)
3. When to the door I had safely got,