Hello, Little Girl
Good day, young lady
Good day, Mr Wolf
Hmm
Ah
Look at that flesh
Pink and plump
Hello, little girl
Tender and fresh
Not one lump
Hello, little girl
This one's specially 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 misled)
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
A 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 no to stray
Still, I suppose, a small delay
Granny might like a fresh bouquet
Good-bye, Mr Wolf
Good-bye, little girl
And hello-
Good day, Mr Wolf
Hmm
Ah
Look at that flesh
Pink and plump
Hello, little girl
Tender and fresh
Not one lump
Hello, little girl
This one's specially 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 misled)
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
A 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 no to stray
Still, I suppose, a small delay
Granny might like a fresh bouquet
Good-bye, Mr Wolf
Good-bye, little girl
And hello-
Credits
Writer(s): Stephen Sondheim
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