Puff, puff, puff. How the trumpets blow
All you little boys and girls come and see the show.
One—two—three, the Cat runs up the tree;
But the little Bird he flies away—
"She hasn't got me!"
Puff, puff, puff. How the trumpets blow
All you little boys and girls come and see the show.
One—two—three, the Cat runs up the tree;
But the little Bird he flies away—
"She hasn't got me!"