Puddy, Puddy, full of guile,
Fitted with a sleepy smile
What the chair, and what the sofa
Didst make you a lazy lofa’?

When the maid dost clean the hall,
Does she find a hairy ball?
And when the sitting room’s inspected
Throughout with fleas is it infested?

See the mouse running ‘cross the floor
Will he soon be lying at the door?
Oh what you eat, what you ingest,
For your health, is it really best?

And in your play, when you shout and twist,
What will happen? Do you wist?
In the evening, when Pa returns,
And sees the chairs, the lamps, the urns?

Puddy, Puddy, full of guile,
Fitted with a sleepy smile
What the chair, and what the sofa
Didst make you a crazy, lazy lofa’?