From the first to the last, the lot complete.
There were ten little Steps and Stairs.
There were ten little Steps and Stairs.
But the years have shuffled them all about,
Have worn them thin, and straightened them out
With the tramp of a hundred cares;
Ay, and each grim scar has a tale to tell
Of a knock and a blow and a hand that fell,
And a break in the line, and a gap. Ah, well—
There were ten little Steps and Stairs.