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Griselda
Griselda is greedy, I'm sorry to say.
She isn't contented with four meals a day,
Like breakfast and dinner and supper and tea
(I've had to put tea after supper-you see
Why, don't you?)
Griselda is greedy as greedy can be.
She snoops about the larder
For sundry small supplies,
She breaks the little crusty bits
Off rims of apple pies,
She pokes the roast-potato-dish
When Sunday dinner's done,
And if there are two left in it
Griselda snitches one;
Cold chicken and cold cauliflower
She pulls in little chunks-
And when Cook calls:
"What are you doing there?"
Griselda bunks.
Griselda is greedy. Well, that's how she feels,
She simply can't help eating in-between meals,
And always forgets what it's leading to, though
The Doctor has frequently told her: "You know
Why, don't you?"
When the stomach-ache starts and Griselda says:
"Oh!"
She slips down to the dining-room
When everyone's in bed,
For cheese-rind on the supper-tray,
And buttered crusts of bread,
A biscuit from the biscuit-box,
Lump sugar from the bowl,
A gherkin from the pickle-jar,
Are all Griselda's toll;
She tastes the salted almonds,
And she tries the candied fruits-
And when Dad shouts:
"Who is it down below?"
Griselda scoots.
Griselda is greedy. Her relatives scold,
And tell her how sorry she'll be when she's old,
She will lose her complexion, she's sure to grow fat,
She will spoil her inside-does she know what she's at?-
(Why do they?)
Some people are greedy. Leave it at that.
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Some people are greedy. Leave it at that.
(Why do they?)
She will spoil her inside-does she know what she's at?-
She will lose her complexion, she's sure to grow fat,
And tell her how sorry she'll be when she's old,
Griselda is greedy. Her relatives scold,
Griselda scoots.
"Who is it down below?"
And when Dad shouts:
And she tries the candied fruits-
She tastes the salted almonds,
Are all Griselda's toll;
A gherkin from the pickle-jar,
Lump sugar from the bowl,
A biscuit from the biscuit-box,
And buttered crusts of bread,
For cheese-rind on the supper-tray,
When everyone's in bed,
She slips down to the dining-room
"Oh!"
When the stomach-ache starts and Griselda says:
Why, don't you?"
The Doctor has frequently told her: "You know
And always forgets what it's leading to, though
She simply can't help eating in-between meals,
Griselda is greedy. Well, that's how she feels,
Griselda bunks.
"What are you doing there?"
And when Cook calls:
She pulls in little chunks-
Cold chicken and cold cauliflower
Griselda snitches one;
And if there are two left in it
When Sunday dinner's done,
She pokes the roast-potato-dish
Off rims of apple pies,
She breaks the little crusty bits
For sundry small supplies,
She snoops about the larder
Griselda is greedy as greedy can be.
Why, don't you?)
(I've had to put tea after supper-you see
Like breakfast and dinner and supper and tea
She isn't contented with four meals a day,
Griselda is greedy, I'm sorry to say.
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