Griselda is greedy, Im sorry to say She isnt contented with four meals a day Like breakfast and dinner and supper and tea Ive had to put tea after supperyou see Why, dont 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 roastpotatodish When Sunday dinners 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, thats how she feels She simply cant help eating inbetween meals And always forgets what its leading to, though The Doctor has frequently told her You know Why, dont you? When the stomachache starts and Griselda says Oh! She slips down to the diningroom When everyones in bed For cheeserind on the suppertray And buttered crusts of bread A biscuit from the biscuitbox Lump sugar from the bowl A gherkin from the picklejar Are all Griseldas 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 shell be when shes old She will lose her complexion, shes sure to grow fat She will spoil her insidedoes she know what shes at? Why do they? Some people are greedy. Leave it at that
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