A Mighty Good Sausage Stuffer

He Is So Mean, He Won't Let His Little Baby Have More Than One Measle At A Time.

Here We Have A Baby. It Is Composed Of A Bald Head And A Pair Of Lungs.

But I, When I Undress Me Each Night, Upon My Knees Will Ask The Lord To Bless Me With Apple-pie And Cheese.

I'd Like A Stocking Made For A Giant, And A Meeting House Full Of Toys, Then I'd Go Out In A Happy Hunt For The Poor Little Girls And Boys; Up The Street And Down The Street, And Across And Over The Town, I'd Search And Find Them Everyone, Before The Sun Went Down.

A Mighty Good Sausage Stuffer Was Spoiled When The Man Became A Poet.