Walking the Dog
Written by Rufus Thomas




Baby's back, dressed in black,
Silver buttons all down her back,
I know, she told me so,
She broke her needle, now she can't sew.


Walking the dog,
I'm just a walking the dog,
If you don't know how to do it,
I'll show you how to walk the dog.


I asked her mother for fifteen cents,
To see the elephant jump the fence,
It jumped so high, it touched the skies,
Didn't get back 'til the Fourth of July.


Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow,
What with silver bells and cockle shells,
And pretty maids all in a row.

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