Down I Go - Strike It While It's Still on My Nose

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Summoned to present a baby to the font
Or that’s what I told him
«Just a pinch» I said, but then I took so much more than that
What was she called?
«They named her Topsy. A true little lady,» she said
«Middle is her name. A little marvel of a girl,»
Or that’s what I told him
«They've asked for me again, to take a baby to the font,»
So I said
What was she called?
«Groove, they named her
A graceless child. The bottom of the barrel.»
Butter’s finished, all gone, 'cause I ate it. Ate th lot
Why’d I have to finish all the butter? Scoffd it down
What can I do about this pickle?
Maybe I can find a handy scapegoat. A fall guy
One who would eat all this lovely butter from our tun
I could blame a tiny little fly
Can this far-fetched tale really be true? Just a little fly?
There the bastard is, let’s get him now!