So there's no more fuss And there's no more scenes And my garden thrives- You should see my nectarines!īut I'm tellling you the same I tell kings and queens Don't ever never ever Mess around with my greens! Especially the beans I was watching him crawl Back over the wall! Then bang! Crash! And the lightning flash! And- well, that's another story Never mind-Īnyway, at last The big day came And I made my claim "Oh, don't take away the baby," They shrieked and screeched But I did And I hid her Where she'll never be reachedĪnd your father cried And your mother died When for extra measure- I admit it was a pleasure- I said, "Sorry I'm still not mollified."Īnd I laid little spell on them- You, too, son- That your family tree Would always be a barren one I let him go I didn't know He'd stolen my beans!
I though I had been more than reasonable But how was I to know what your father Had also hidden in his pocket?! But the witch refused to tell him anymore of his sister Not even that her name was Rapunzel He was robbing me Raping me Rooting through my rutabaga Raiding my arugula and Ripping up my rampion (My champion! My favorite!)- I should have laid a spell on him Right there Could have changed him into stone Or a dog or a chairīut I let him have the rampion- I'd lots to spare In return, however I said, "Fair is fair You can let me have the baby That your wife will bear He said, "All right," But it wasn't, quite 'Cause I caught him in the autumn In my garden one night! Greens, greens and nothing but greens Parsley, peppers, cabbages and celery Asparagus and watercress and Fiddleferns and lettuce! In the past When your mother was with child She developed an unusual appetite She took one look at my beautiful garden And told your father that what she wanted more than Anything in the world was The old enchantress told the couple she had Placed a spell on their house What's the good of being good If everyone is blind And you're always left behind? Never mind, Cinderella Kind Cinderella- Nice good nice kind good nice. Mother said be good Father siad be nice That was always their advice So be nice, Cinderella Good, Cinderella Nice good good nice. Here, I found a little tear, Cinderella Can't you hide it with a hat? Hurry up and do my hair, Cinderella! Are you really wearing that? Fly, birds Back to the sky Back to the eaves And the leaves And the fields And the. Into the woods To bring some bread To Granny who Is sick in bed Never can tell What lies ahead For all that I know She's already deadīut into the woods Into the woods Into the woods To Grandmother's house And home before dark Into the woods And down the dell The path is straight I know it well Into the woods And who can tell What's waiting on the journey? The woods are just trees The trees are just wood I sort of hate to ask it But do you have a basket? The way is clear The light is good I have no fear Nor no one should Into the woods And through the trees To where I am Expected ma'am Into the woods To Grandmother's house. Into the woods It's time to go I hate to leave I have to, though Into the woods- It's time, and so I must begin my journey Son We've no time to sit and dither While her wither's wither with her- And no one keeps a cow for a friend!
Look at her There are bugs on her dugs There are flies in her eyes There's a lump on her rump Big enough to be a hump. Ah Quick, little birds Flick through the ashes Pick and peck, but swiftly Sift through the ashes Into the pot Come, little birds Down from the eaves And the leaves Over fields Out of castles and ponds Birds in the sky Birds in the eaves I the leaves In the fields In the castles and ponds I have emptied a pot of lentils into the ashes for you If you have picked them out again in two hours' time You shall go to the ball with us Cinderella's Stepmother had a surprise for her To bring my poor old hungry Granny in the woods Just a loaf of bread, please It's not for me It's for my Granny in the woods A loaf of bread, please.
#It takes two lyrics into the woods full
I wish my son were not a fool I wish my house was not a mess I wish the cow was full of milk I wish the house was full of gold- I wish a lot of things All three were beautiful of face, but vile and black of heart Jack, on the other hand, had no father, and his mother. She still wants to go to the Festival And dance before the Prince?!
Nevertheless I still want to go to the Festival And dance before the Prince And her father had taken for his new wife What, you, Cinderella, the Festival? The Festival?! You, Cinderella, the Festival? You wish to go to the Festival? I wish you'd give us some Milk or even cheese I wish
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