  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, 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-ble To tell you an-y-thing more. Then mam-ma runs up to the ta-ble, 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 self A ROGUE. Mam-ma runs a-way from the ta-ble, And catch-es the girl at the door— And now, oh! I know I’m not a-ble To tell you an-y-thing more. |
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