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'you have to leave me there Hanging in my infant air, waiting You only have to read the lines of Scribbly black and everything shines
The chief defect of Henry King Was chewing little bits of string At last he swallowed some which tied Itself in ugly knots inside
Wondering and dreaming The words have different meanings Yes they did
Finding she was left alone Went tiptoe to the telephone, 999 Summoned the immediate aid Of London's Noble Fire Brigade
For all the time spent in that room The doll's house darkness old perfume And fairy stories held me high up On clouds of sunlight floating by Oh Mother tell me more Tell me more