Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn
The dish ran away with the spoon
Home again, home again Saturday morn
He never gets up before noon
Well, she used to render you legal and tender
when you used to send her your promises, boy
A diller, a dollar, unbutton your collar
and come out and holler out all of your noise
So Little Boy Blue, come blow your top
She fell through a hole in the nest
Now ain't it peculiar that she's finally cooled