Hello, Little Girl
Mmmh... Unhh...
Look at that flesh, pink and plump
Hello, little girl...
Tender and fresh, not one lump
Hello, little girl...
This one's especially lush,
Delicious...
Hello, little girl, what's your rush?
You're missing all the flowers
The sun won't set for hours
Take your time
Mother said, "Straight ahead" not to delay or be mislead.
But slow, little girl, hark! And hush
The birds are singing sweetly
You'll miss the birds completely
You're traveling so fleetly
Grandmother first, then Miss Plump...
What a delectable couple
Utter perfection
One brittle, one supple, one moment, my dear.
Mother said, "Come what may
Follow the path and never stray"
Just so, little girl - any path
So many worth exploring
Just one would be so boring
And look what you're ignoring...
Think of those crisp, aging bones
Then something fresh on the palate
Think of that scrumptious carnality
Twice in one day
There's no possible way
To describe what you feel
When you're talking to your meal!
Mother said not to stray
Still, I suppose, a small delay...
Granny might like a fresh bouquet...
Goodbye, Mr. Wolf.
Goodbye, little girl
And hello.
Look at that flesh, pink and plump
Hello, little girl...
Tender and fresh, not one lump
Hello, little girl...
This one's especially lush,
Delicious...
Hello, little girl, what's your rush?
You're missing all the flowers
The sun won't set for hours
Take your time
Mother said, "Straight ahead" not to delay or be mislead.
But slow, little girl, hark! And hush
The birds are singing sweetly
You'll miss the birds completely
You're traveling so fleetly
Grandmother first, then Miss Plump...
What a delectable couple
Utter perfection
One brittle, one supple, one moment, my dear.
Mother said, "Come what may
Follow the path and never stray"
Just so, little girl - any path
So many worth exploring
Just one would be so boring
And look what you're ignoring...
Think of those crisp, aging bones
Then something fresh on the palate
Think of that scrumptious carnality
Twice in one day
There's no possible way
To describe what you feel
When you're talking to your meal!
Mother said not to stray
Still, I suppose, a small delay...
Granny might like a fresh bouquet...
Goodbye, Mr. Wolf.
Goodbye, little girl
And hello.
Credits
Writer(s): Stephen Sondheim
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