There once was a girl from Nantucket
Who grew tired of her barn till she mucked it.
But having scraped up the piles, she broke out in smiles --
Ah, fresh bedding and flowers in the buckets.
Who grew tired of her barn till she mucked it.
But having scraped up the piles, she broke out in smiles --
Ah, fresh bedding and flowers in the buckets.
