Mr Moody's Garden

Every day's a holiday in Mr. Moody's Garden

Where little girls say 'pardon' and 'how do?'

You do, my name is Nosey

And this is me sister Really (really?)

[Really] good, she is at saying 'to you too'

Now just across the lawn is Pat

Sitting on his favorite hat

Waiting for the barber to arrive

And if he doesn't come today

Pat will shout 'hip-hip-hooray!'

Ain't it grand to be alive!

When every day's a holiday in Mr. Moody's Garden

Where little girls say 'pardon' and 'how do?'

You do, my name is Nosey

And this is me sister Really (really?)

[Really] good, she is at saying 'to you too'

Now lying on the garden fence

Is a man (at great expense)

History tells us will out-growth his youth

But only until such a time

He finds out why he's been lying

And then of course, he'll tell the truth

'Cos every day's a holiday in Mr. Moody's Garden

Where little girls say 'pardon' and 'how do' 'ya do?'

Now down among the partridge trees

Lives a don, who loves his knees

So much so, he's framed them in a jar

And if by chance, one should escape

And to put on, must in its place

With half a pound of shredded tar

'Cos every day's a holiday in Mr.Moody's Garden

Where little girls say 'pardon'

And Bill and Ben found stardom

While playing John Wesley Harden

Who looked just like Billy Cardon's

Answer to choo-choo