Pop Goes The Weasel

In and out the Mulberry bush

Life is so bamboozled

You and I give up the Ghost

It wasn’t so very easeful

Happy is the way we feel

When once we find the easel

Art was what we all embrace

The ground of all that’s peaceful

And Just Like that we find our way

Our lives are queer and boisterous

We put our heads in muskrat hats    

And watch the world adore us

You once knew me as one who stood

Alone and so dejected 

And now you find me here with you

Alive and so perfected

Hee Hee