Oh Mr. Maggy and Harold Muttinmouth,
Were husband and wife from Klunkerville.
He stood 4 foot 3 and she 7 foot 8,
But they loved each other even still.
Right down the street they’d like to walk,
He would get tired and tell her so.
She would bend down and hold out her hands,
Jump in my lap honey, and come on let’s go.
To go through the doorway she had to bend down,
To go through the doorway he had to jump up,
She’d make her munchies to sell the next day,
He’d lie in the basket with the pup.
She would eat a little he would eat a lot,
He was skinny and she was fat.
He ate her munchies till his teeth fell out,
With these munchies he even killed the cat.
Mrs. Muttinmouth always makes her munchies,
She always thinks that she’ll be rich.
She could always hand it out to the town people,
To kill all the rats running in the ditch.
Even her munchies this will not end.
He says, “I don’t like any of her cooking,
But she will always be my best friend.
