Little Margie Mason
Sing a song of schoolyards.
You’d think she’s awfully shy,
but Little Margie Mason
made them all cry.
Glue was on the desk chair,
tacks were in the shoes,
sticky candy in their hair,
who should they accuse?
The coppers called her daddy,
cuz teacher’s at a loss,
but Mr. Daddy Mason
was a mob man boss.
So the teacher and the children
put up with her sass,
because Little Margie Mason
owns this class.
I think my Jersey cousins went to school with her 🙂
HA, oh no!
Haha this made me chuckle! awesome!
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