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