Georgie

Georgie was a skinny kid, fond of angling

Fonder of dangling his feet in the cool brook water

While the Reverend's daughter sat at his side

And fluttered his face with the fuzz of a dandelion

Long about noon time, floating 'cross the field

Georgie heard the peal of a bell being rung by the parson

Time for his lesson as much as he hated it

The preacher was teachin' him to play the accordion