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 clear，
Miss Mabee, when you’re gone，
I feel I can’t go on，
And when 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。