Now Malcolm will soon be quite ready
To go see his grandmama dear,
I know she will be very happy
To have her wee baby so near.
And what will he take to his grandma?
Says he, “Nursey, what shall I take?”
“And what would you like to?” says nursey,
Says Malcolm, “I’ll take her a cake.”
“I fear you will eat it,” says nursey;
Says Malcolm, “I ’fraid I will too;
Then maybe I’ll take her some candy,
I think candy’s nicer, don’t you?”
“Can’t you think of anything better?”
Says he, “Then I’ll take her a fiss,”
“Oh, fishes aren’t nice, are they, Malcolm?”
Says he, “Then I’ll take her a kiss.”