Wait Before we
Put the lad
To task
May I be so
Curious as to
Ask his name
Oliver
Oliver Oliver
Never before
Has a boy
Wanted more
Oliver Oliver
Won't ask for more
When he knows
What's in store
There's a dark thin
Winding
Stairway
Without any
Bannister
Which we'll throw
Him down
And feed him
On cockroaches
Served in a
Canister
Oliver Oliver
What'll he do
When he's turned
Black and blue
He will curse the day
Somebody named him
Oliver Oliver Oliver
Never before has
A boy wanted more
Oliver Oliver
Won't ask for more
When he knows
What's in store
There's a sooty
Chimney
Long overdue
For a sweeping out
Which we'll push him
Up and one day
Next year with the rats
He'll be
Creeping out
Oliver Oliver
What will he do
In this
Terrible stew
He will rue
The day somebody
Named him
Oliver