Something Sort of Grandish
BURTON LANE, E.Y. HARBURG
Children, if you help me find the little gold crock
You can have anything that's made in fairyland
There'll be things plenty for allish
Wondrish toys and magic tricks
Electrish trains and basket ballish
Mintish drops and licorice stick
Life will be keenish all halloweenish
And jelly beanish too
With ice-cream, and cakish
And soda to sup
And no bellyacheish
To wakeish you up
There will be such delicious dishes
And will end to this daffyish plot
We will go from wretch to riches
When we'll find that goldish pot
There will be chocolate castish
With hot-dogs, and mustish
But cheers! ev'rybodysh
Must fastish come trough
