Miss Mabee

Maybe Miss Mabee will

Or maybe Miss Mabee won't

Maybe Miss Mabee will

Or maybe Miss Mabee won't

Maybe she'll lace your boot

Or maybe she'll polish your flute

Or maybe she'll dig your root

Or maybe she won't give a hoot

Miss Mabee told me to eat my tail

It tasted awful

Why do I listen to you, Miss Mabee?

You commit nothing, but I love you anyway

Miss Mabee told me to strip

And pace the six-pointed seal

Muttering heehaw in Hebrew and who ha

I did all that stuff, just as you ordained

Maybe she will, maybe she won't

Maybe she do, maybe she don't

But if she do, it's not up to you

Miss Mabee, when you're near

The air is bright and clеar

Miss Mabee, when you're gone

I feel I can't go on

And whеn you're far away

It feels like maybe it's there you'll stay

And maybe I'll turn old and grey

Waiting for your golden ray

Then again maybe not

Maybe Miss Mabee will

Or maybe Miss Mabee won't

Maybe Miss Mabee will

Or maybe Miss Mabee won't