pesky young one acts,
And she’s called the Johnson children by the
name of “Paddywhacks.”
And she keeps a-givin’ orders that I musn’t have
’em round;
But she thinks that Satan’s in me, for she says
I’m always bound
To go mixing with ’em somehow when she lets
me out to play;
And you bet I’m going to see ’em if I have to