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A-tisket a-tasket
A green and yellow basket
I wrote a letter to my love
And on the way I dropped it
I dropped it, I dropped it
Yes, on the way I dropped it
A little girlie picked it up
And took it to the market
She was truckin' on down the avenue
Without a single thing to do
She was peck, peck, peckin' all around
When she spied it on the ground
A-tisket a-tasket
She took my yellow basket
And if she doesn't bring it back
I think that I shall die
A-tisket a-tasket
A green and yellow basket
I wrote a letter to my love
And on the way I dropped it
I dropped it, I dropped it
Yes, on the way I dropped it
A little girlie picked it up
And took it to the market
(Was it red?) No, no, no, no
(Was it brown?) No, no, no, no
(Was it blue?) No, no, no, no
Just a little yellow basket
Melane's:
Oh blast it, Oh blast it
My handmade spear and dagger
I just had to go and forget to take it
And on that day I lost it
I lost it, I lost it
Yes, on that day I lost it
A certain birdie snatched it up
And sold it on the black market
He was sneaking all around the brush
Quieter than a mouse saying "Hush"
He was laughing, tiptoeing, wandering around
When he found it on the ground
Oh blast it, Oh blast it
He took my spear and dagger
And if he doesn't buy it back
I think that I shall snap
Oh blast it, Oh blast it
My handmade spear and dagger
I just had to go and forget to take it
And on that day I lost it
I lost it, I lost it
Yes, on that day I lost it
A certain birdie snatched it up
And sold it on the black market
(Was it brand name, fresh off it's frame?) No, no and no
(Was it tipped with silver or gold?) No, no and no
(Was it at least an ancient heirloom?) No, no and no
Just a Zypher scythe bound with blood and vows