Around the barn we used to roam,
Or any place away from home;
We hand-in-hand would tramp and play,
From early morn till close of day,
Upsetting all the honest nests
That enterprising hens possessed,
And loving little ducks to death,
And out of chickens squeeze the breath,
Till mother’d come and frown and fuss,
And father, too, to save a muss.