Quartermaster's Store

There are snakes, snakes, snakes

Big as garden rakes at the store, at the store

There are snakes, snakes, snakes

Big as garden rakes, as the Quartermaster's Store

Chorus:

My eyes are dim, I cannot see,

I have not brought my specs with me

I have not brought my specs with me

repeat song using:

There are rats, big as alley cats

There are mice, running through the spice

There is butter, oozing down the gutter

There are bears, underneath the stairs

There is glass, pilled up to my nose

There are firecrafters, hanging from the rafters