Two Little Maids

Little Miss Nothing-to-do Is fretful and cross and so blue, And the light in her eyes Is all dim when she cries And her friends, they are few, Oh, so few! Her dolls, they are nothing but sawdust and clothes, Whenever she wants to go skating it snows, And everything’s criss-cross, the world is askew! I wouldn’t be Little Miss Nothing-to-do Now, true, I wouldn’t be Little Miss Nothing-to-do Would you?

Little Miss Busy-all-day Is cheerful and happy and gay And she isn’t a shirk For she smiles at her work And she romps when it comes time for play. Her dolls, they are princesses, blue-eyed and fair, She makes them a throne from a rickety chair, And everything happens the jolliest way, I’d rather be Little Miss Busy-all-day, Hurray, I’d rather be Little Miss Busy-all-day, I say.