FAT CHANCE

More slowly

Come here please

Can he see

The two eyes

Doing our best to sing



You must keep quiet

The hands are the organs of feeling



One hundred gold

Night-dresses

Flayed open

When I close you open



How many fingers

Must you put in my mouth

To muffle my apology



With our mouths open

Everybody laughed

Fat chance and mouth

Under the mouth

Ask him how many

Fingers he has