Miss T.

Lyrics

It's a very odd thing ----- As odd as can be --- That whatever Miss T. eats Turns into Miss T.; Porridge and apples Mince, muffins and mutton Jam, junket, jumbles ---- Not a rap, not a button It matters; the moment They're out of her plate Though shared by Miss Butcher And sour Mr. Bate; Tiny and cheerful And neat as can be Whatever Miss T. eats Turns into Miss T