[BERTHE]
She climbs a tree
And scrapes her knee
Her dress has got a tear
[SOPHIA]
She waltzes on her way to mass
And whistles on the stair
[BERTHE]
And underneath her wimple
She has curlers in her hair
[SOPHIA]
I've even heard her singing in the abbey
[BERTHE]
She's always late for chapel
[SOPHIA]
But her penitence is real
[BERTHE]
She's always late for everything
Except for every meal
I hate to havе to say it
But I very firmly feel
She climbs a tree
And scrapes her knee
Her dress has got a tear
[SOPHIA]
She waltzes on her way to mass
And whistles on the stair
[BERTHE]
And underneath her wimple
She has curlers in her hair
[SOPHIA]
I've even heard her singing in the abbey
[BERTHE]
She's always late for chapel
[SOPHIA]
But her penitence is real
[BERTHE]
She's always late for everything
Except for every meal
I hate to havе to say it
But I very firmly feel
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