An' they seeked him in the rafter-room, an' cubby-hole, an' press,
An' seeked him up the chimbly-flue, an' ever'wheres, I guess;
But all they ever found was thist his pants and roundabout:—
An' the Gobble-uns 'll git you
Ef you Don't
Watch Out!
An' they seeked him in the rafter-room, an' cubby-hole, an' press,
An' seeked him up the chimbly-flue, an' ever'wheres, I guess;
But all they ever found was thist his pants and roundabout:—
An' the Gobble-uns 'll git you
Ef you Don't
Watch Out!