Natalie Merchant Follow

(*Charles E. Carryl)
[** Disc 1:]

My age is three hundred and seventy-two*
I think, with the deepest regret
How I used to pick up and voraciously chew
The dear little boys that I met

I've eaten them raw, in their holiday suits
Eaten them curried with rice
I've eaten them baked, in their jackets and boots
And found them exceedingly nice

But now that my jaws are too weak for such fare
I think it exceedingly rude
To do such a thing, when I'm quite well aware

Little boys do not like being chewed

So now I contentedly live upon eels
And try to do nothing amiss
And I pass all the time I can spare from my meals
In innocent slumber like this
Innocent slumber like this

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So now I contentedly live upon eels
And try to do nothing amiss
And I pass all the time I can spare from my meals
In innocent slumber like this
Innocent slumber like this