Griselda

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