A bot-tle of ink on the ta-ble,A lit-tle girl on the floor—And now I don’t think I’ll be a-bleTo tell you an-y-thing more.The lit-tle girl up to the ta-ble,Mam-ma look-ing in at the door—And now I don’t think I’ll be a-bleTo tell you an-y-thing more.The lit-tle girl runs from the ta-ble,Bot-tle rolls down to the floor—And now I don’t think I’ll be a-bleTo tell you an-y-thing more.Then mam-ma runs up to the ta-ble,Lit-tle girl runs for the door—And now I don’t think I’ll be a-bleTo tell you an-y-thing more.
A bot-tle of ink on the ta-ble,A lit-tle girl on the floor—And now I don’t think I’ll be a-bleTo tell you an-y-thing more.The lit-tle girl up to the ta-ble,Mam-ma look-ing in at the door—And now I don’t think I’ll be a-bleTo tell you an-y-thing more.The lit-tle girl runs from the ta-ble,Bot-tle rolls down to the floor—And now I don’t think I’ll be a-bleTo tell you an-y-thing more.Then mam-ma runs up to the ta-ble,Lit-tle girl runs for the door—And now I don’t think I’ll be a-bleTo tell you an-y-thing more.
A bot-tle of ink on the ta-ble,A lit-tle girl on the floor—And now I don’t think I’ll be a-bleTo tell you an-y-thing more.
A bot-tle of ink on the ta-ble,
A lit-tle girl on the floor—
And now I don’t think I’ll be a-ble
To tell you an-y-thing more.
The lit-tle girl up to the ta-ble,Mam-ma look-ing in at the door—And now I don’t think I’ll be a-bleTo tell you an-y-thing more.
The lit-tle girl up to the ta-ble,
Mam-ma look-ing in at the door—
And now I don’t think I’ll be a-ble
To tell you an-y-thing more.
The lit-tle girl runs from the ta-ble,Bot-tle rolls down to the floor—And now I don’t think I’ll be a-bleTo tell you an-y-thing more.
The lit-tle girl runs from the ta-ble,
Bot-tle rolls down to the floor—
And now I don’t think I’ll be a-ble
To tell you an-y-thing more.
Then mam-ma runs up to the ta-ble,Lit-tle girl runs for the door—And now I don’t think I’ll be a-bleTo tell you an-y-thing more.
Then mam-ma runs up to the ta-ble,
Lit-tle girl runs for the door—
And now I don’t think I’ll be a-ble
To tell you an-y-thing more.
toddler with ink all down table and selfA ROGUE.
A ROGUE.
Mam-ma runs a-way from the ta-ble,And catch-es the girl at the door—And now, oh! IknowI’m not a-bleTo tell you an-y-thing more.
Mam-ma runs a-way from the ta-ble,And catch-es the girl at the door—And now, oh! IknowI’m not a-bleTo tell you an-y-thing more.
Mam-ma runs a-way from the ta-ble,
And catch-es the girl at the door—
And now, oh! IknowI’m not a-ble
To tell you an-y-thing more.