Let me tell you of Johnnie,
What do you think he did?
Went in his mama’s pantry
While she was there, and hid.
Mama went out and left him,
Didn’t know he was there,
Left on the shelf the jam pot,
Left by the shelf a chair.
When ev’ry thing was quiet,
Johnnie crept softly out,
Peeped in the bags and barrels,
Stood there and looked about.
Soon though, he spied the jam pot,
Here was a jolly treat,
In went the naughty fingers,
Johnnie began to eat.
Hands and face were all covered,
Dress was a perfect sight,
When Johnnie came from the pantry
You’d have thought it was pink, not white.
“It was so good,” said Johnnie,
Fingers are nice to lick,
If you had seen him that evening,
I think you’d have called him sick.