Strike It While It's Still on My Nose - Down I Go

Summoned to present a baby to the font

Or that’s what I told him

«Just a pinch» I said, but then I took so much more than that

What was she called?

«They named her Topsy.

A true little lady,» she said

«Middle is her name.

A little marvel of a girl,»

Or that’s what I told him

«They've asked for me again, to take a baby to the font,»

So I said

What was she called?

«Groove, they named her

A graceless child.

The bottom of the barrel.»

Butter’s finished, all gone, 'cause I ate it.

Ate th lot

Why’d I have to finish all the butter?

Scoffd it down

What can I do about this pickle?

Maybe I can find a handy scapegoat.

A fall guy

One who would eat all this lovely butter from our tun

I could blame a tiny little fly

Can this far-fetched tale really be true?

Just a little fly?

There the bastard is, let’s get him now!