written by Mab Davis (1946) performed by Ronald Gourlay Habits are the things you do, That Mother tells you not to! Yet you keep on doing 'em Be-cos, somehow, you've got to, There's biting nails and sniffing, And standing on one leg... And leaving all the white stuff You find inside your egg. There's fidgettin' and whistling, And shufflin' with your feet, Talking with your mouth full, And 'noisin' when you eat. There's suckin' your lead pencil, Tiltin' up your chair, Elbows on the table And messin' up your hair. There's frowin' stones and gruntin' And kicking things about, Puttin' hands in pockets When you ought to keep 'em out. There's making funny faces And always saying "eh?" Forgettin' you've a hanky And getting in the way. There's lots of other things, as well, (I'm always being told!) I don't suppose I'll ever learn, Not even when I'm old, Be-cos I'll tell you sometin'... (Honest! it's quite true!) Half the things that I do... Well! Daddy does 'em, too!
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