| Conrad’s mother said Conrad dear
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| I must go out and leave you here
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| But mind now, Conrad, what I say
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| Don’t suck your thumbs while I’m away
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| Snip! |
| snip
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| That great tall tailor, he always comes
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| For naughty boys who suck their thumbs
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| And ere they wonder what he’s about
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| He’s got his great long scissors out
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| Snip snip the scissors go
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| And Conrad cries out oh!
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| Snip snip they go so fast
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| And Conrad’s thumbs are off at last
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| Well, mama had scarcely turned her back
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| When the thumbs were in, alack! |
| alack!
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| The door burst open and in he ran
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| That great long legged scissor man
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| Snip snip the scissors go
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| And Conrad cries out oh!
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| Snip snip they go so fast
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| And Conrad’s thumbs are off at last
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| Well, mama comes home and there Conrad stands
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| And he looks quite sad as he shows his hands
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| Ha! |
| Ha! |
| said mama, I knew he’d come
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| For naughty little suck-a-thumb
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| CHORUS and Conrad breathes his last
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| CHORUS and Conrad bleeds to death at last |