Lost her shell on the street outside my window
I was there! I saw the gust of wind blow
Leaving her
Naked as a bone
But the saddest thing of all
All together now, <
Is that she lost her carryall
And in it, she had brought a thing or two
Bullfrog Zeke with his puffed up cheeks
Said, <
<To be seen
In your birthday suit>>
But the saddest thing of all
All together now, <
The candy in her carryall
Could have sweetened up the sourpuss
Cabbage Jean, the virtuous green
Said,I cannot abide by all this lewdness!
I've a skirt to cover up your nudeness
You'll be cute
In a green tutu
But the saddest thing of all
All together now, <
The gag within her carryall
Could have been used in silencing the prude
Have you seen her, dressed in green?
Tortoise Sue looking like a cabbage roll
All alone in the street out for a stroll
Nibbling on her delicious dress
And that's how the story goes
Of Zeke and Jean and Tortoise Sue
And those of us well versed in prose
Wrote this song
For what else could we do?
For the little girls and little boys too!
