LITTLE JACK HORNER (1995)
Got my pocketful of rye, Im in my chair
Little Miss Muffets gone; I dont know where
Hi Diddle Diddle, I dont even care
Im not just gonna mope around and mourn her
I just wanna sit in my corner
Im Little Jack Horner
Im a good little boy
(Run, Miss Muffet, run)
Packed her three bags full and started changing her tune
Took my dish and ran away with her spoon
Wagged her tail behind her and jumped over the moon
With cockle shells to daintily adorn her
But Im just gonna sit here in the corner
Im Little Jack Horner
Im a really good boy
A really, really good boy
(Come on....Blow your horn)
Stuck in my thumb
Pulled out a big juicy plum
Didnt see what was to come
I was a merry old soul
Broke my crown
Tumbling all the way down
Stopped running all through the town
Gave up my pipe and my bowl
Broke her pumpkin shell when the clock struck one
Licked my platter clean and took it on the run
Now the cupboards bare and this poor dog has none
But Im not gonna be the one to scorn her
Ill just be sitting pretty in my corner
Im Little Jack Horner
Im a good little boy
Im a very good boy
(spoken: I am an exceptionally good little boy........
Laugh, little dog, laugh.....
©1995 Z. Mulls
This lyric is registered with the U.S. Copyright Office as part of the collection THE COLLECTED LYRICS OF Z. MULLS Volume One 1995-2006
One of my earlier lyrics, playing around with Nursery Rhyme images. I imagine a huge horn solo in the middle.