Lyrics
The Queen of hearts she made some tarts,
Early one steamy summer day,
Early one steamy summer day,
The foolish queen consumed those tarts
Oh dear what she must weigh, too much,
Yes that’s what she must weigh.
The princess of hearts she has tons of smarts,
She looked at her mama to say,
To lose a pound advice real sound,
To lose a pound advice real sound,
You mustn’t eat this horrible way.
The Queen of Hearts still made the tarts,
And put them all upon a tray
The Knave of hearts he stole the tarts,
And took them clear away. Away..
He took them far away.
The Queen now eats some healthy treats,
To fattening stuff she shouts nay.
Not plump at all, her waistline now small
The pounds are coming off each day.
The pounds are coming off each day.
The Knave is sad, he’s feeling bad,
And not at all okay
For he is like a Guernsey cow,
A gourmand’s sour
Eats thrice an hour,
Gourmand’s protégé.
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