It was getting to be difficult to walk

She was always so close but never right on

And the roads she chose to walk were narrow

Alleys with names

Hard to understand



Her head was dangling back and forth

She wished to lay it down

But it would roll away

So she put her foot down with care

While she leaned on everybody

So as not to fall



And they told her

The latest tattletales



I collect stuff like that, youve got

To have a thing or two to tell.

She said

While her one lip fell down

From her mouth

She picked it up off the ground

But, when she was to put it

Back in place again,

The lip would fit no more,

The lip would fit no more



She very rarely blinked her eyes

'Cause it just might happen she would miss out on things

So when she opened both her eyes up wide.

They popped right out

And rolled along

To see just the things she

Wanted to see



I collect stuff like that, youve got

To have a thing or two to tell.

She said

While her one lip fell down

From her mouth.

She picked it up off the ground

But, when she was to put it

Back in place again,

The lip would fit no more,

The lip would fit no more