This boy Jimmy Spew
Keeps tugging on my hair, Miss
What shall I do?
What shall I do?
Go and cut it off dear
Tuck it in your dress
Wear on a wig my love
But don’t get me stressed
Please Mrs.Butler
This boy Jimmy Spew
Keeps gobbling all my food, Miss
What shall I do?
Eat up all his food my child
Or throw it in the bin
Starve him all day long
So he’ll grow very thin
Please Mrs.Butler
This boy Jimmy Spew
Keeps copying what I say, Miss
What shall I do?
Don’t say anything, dear
Or kick him in his knee
Do whatever you think love
But stop telling me.

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