And point your finger at me, too,
This way: Now don’t climb up on chairs,
And don’t go tumblin’ down the stairs;
Don’t tease your little sister, dear,
And don’t do anything that’s queer.
Don’t say “I won’t” to Auntie Bee—
What is it you are telling me?
You won’t say “Don’t” to me to-day?
Well, then, how can I disobey?
I wish my truly mother could