Scrumdiddly

I don’t like peanut butter,
but Dad won’t listen to me,
he comes in and says
“Peanut butter sandwiches, for tea.”
And when I say
“But Dad…”,
he says
“They’re scrumdiddly,
they’re spiffybosh,
they’re extra scrumdidooshus.”
and I know I’m out of luck.

I don’t like dead green cabbage,
but Dad won’t listen to me,
so every Wednesday we have
dead green cabbage for tea.
And when I say
“But Dad…”,
he says
“They’re scrumdiddly,
they’re spiffybosh,
they’re extra scrumdidooshus.”
and I know I’m out of luck.

Dad doesn’t like red ketchup,
so I put it all over his fish
and served it up like a waiter,
on a special silver dish
And when he said,
“But son…”,
I said
“They’re scrumdiddly,
they’re spiffybosh,
they’re extra scrumdidooshus.”

and he knew he was out of luck.

 
 

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