There was a boy whose name was Jim His friends they were very good to him They gave him tea and cakes and jam And slices of delicious ham Oh Mother, tell me more Why'd'ya have to leave me there Hanging in my infant air Waiting? You only have to read the lines They're scribbly black and everything shines. The Chief Defect of Henry King Chewing little bits of string At last he swallowed, some which tied Itself in ugly knots inside Wandering and dreaming The words have different meaning. Yes, they did. When finding she was left alone When tiptoe gives the telephone Nine Nine Nine Some got the immediate aid Of London's Noble Choir Brigade For all the time spent in that room The doll's house, darkness, old perfume And fairy stories held me high on Clouds of sunlight floating by. Oh Mother, tell me more Tell me more. Aaaaaaaah Aaaaaaaah Aaaaaaaah