Griselda Lyrics - Leave Your Sleep - Natalie Merchant

Griselda is greedy, I'm sorry to say. 

She isn't contented with four meals a day, 

Like breakfast and dinner and supper and tea 

(I've had to put tea after supper-you see 

Why, don't you?) 

Griselda is greedy as greedy can be. 

She snoops about the larder 

For sundry small supplies, 

She breaks the little crusty bits 

Off rims of apple pies, 

She pokes the roast-potato-dish 

When Sunday dinner's done, 

And if there are two left in it 

Griselda snitches one; 

Cold chicken and cold cauliflower 

She pulls in little chunks- 

And when Cook calls: 

"What are you doing there?" 

Griselda bunks. 

Griselda is greedy. Well, that's how she feels, 

She simply can't help eating in-between meals, 

And always forgets what it's leading to, though 

The Doctor has frequently told her: "You know 

Why, don't you?" 

When the stomach-ache starts and Griselda says: 

"Oh!" 

She slips down to the dining-room 

When everyone's in bed, 

For cheese-rind on the supper-tray, 

And buttered crusts of bread, 

A biscuit from the biscuit-box, 

Lump sugar from the bowl, 

A gherkin from the pickle-jar, 

Are all Griselda's toll; 

She tastes the salted almonds, 

And she tries the candied fruits- 

And when Dad shouts: 

"Who is it down below?" 

Griselda scoots.