Griselda

Griselda - Natalie Merchant

Griselda is greedy I'm sorry to say

She isn't contented with for meals a day

Like breakfast like dinner supper and tea

Griselda is greedy as greedy can be

She snoops about the larder

For sundry small supplies

Breaks the little crusty bits

Off rims of apple pies

She pokes the roast potato dish

When Sunday dinner's done

And if there are two left in it

Griselda snitches one

Cold chicken and cold cauliflower

She pulls in little chunks

And when Cook calls

What are you doing there

Griselda bunks

Griselda is greedy That's how she feels

She simply can't help eating in between meals

And she always forgets what it's leading to though

The Doctor has told her You know

Why don't you

When the stomach ache starts and Griselda says

Oh

And she slips down to the dining room

When everyone's in bed

For cheese rind on the supper tray

And buttered crusts of bread

A biscuit from the biscuit box

Lump sugar from the bowl

A gherkin from the pickle jar

Are all Griselda's toll;

Tastes the salted almonds

And she tries the candied fruits

And when Dad shouts

Who is it down below

Griselda scoots

Griselda is greedy Her relatives scold

And tell her she'll be somewhere when she's old

She will lose her complexion she's sure to grow fat

Spoil her inside does she know what she's at

Some people are greedy Leave it at that