It was getting to be difficult to walk   She was always so close but never right on   And the roads she chose to walk were narrow   Alleys with names   Hard to understand      Her head was dangling back and forth   She wished to lay it down   But it would roll away   So she put her foot down with care   While she leaned on everybody   So as not to fall      And they told her    The latest tattletales      ”I collect stuff like that, you’ve got   To have a thing or two to tell”.   She said   While her one lip fell down   From her mouth   She picked it up off the ground   But, when she was to put it    Back in place again,   The lip would fit no more,   The lip would fit no more…      She very rarely blinked her eyes   'Cause it just might happen she would miss out on things   So when she opened both her eyes up wide.   They popped right out   And rolled along   To see just the things she   Wanted to see      ”I collect stuff like that, you’ve got   To have a thing or two to tell”.   She said   While her one lip fell down   From her mouth.   She picked it up off the ground   But, when she was to put it    Back in place again,   The lip would fit no more,   The lip would fit no more…