Griselda

Lyrics

Griselda is greedy, I'm sorry to say She isn't contented with four meals a day Like breakfast, like dinner, supper, and tea Griselda is greedy as greedy can be Well, she snoops about the larder For sundry small supplies Breaks the crusty bits Off the rims of apple pie She pokes the roast-potato dish When Sunday dinner's done If there are two left in it Then Griselda snitches one Cold chicken and cold cauliflower She pulls in little chunks And when Mama calls, "What are you doing there?" Griselda bunks Griselda is greedy, that's how she feels And simply can't help eating in between meals And she always forgets what it's all leading to Though the Doctor has told her, "You know why, don't you?" And when the stomachache starts, Griselda says, "Ohh! Ohh!" Then she slips down to the dining-room when everyone's in bed For cheese rind on the supper tray and buttered crusts of bread A biscuit from the biscuit box, a lump of sugar from the bowl A gherkin from a pickle jar was all Griselda's toll She tastes the salted almonds And she tries the candied fruits And when Daddy shouts, "Who is that down below?" Griselda scoots Oh, Griselda is greedy, her relatives scold And tell her she will be sorry she'll be when she's old She will lose her complexion, sure to grow fat Spoil her inside—does she know where she's at? Some people are greedy, leave it at that