Mr. Powder-Blue Breadbox
You're no cowardly flower
But your rotten little wishes
Offend my dirty dishes
Mr. Powder-Blue Breadbox
You're no turnip wrapped in tinsel
But even fireflies shut their eyes
When you go out to knit at night
Mr. Powder-Blue Breadbox
You're one capable egg
Capable egg
Mr. Powder-Blue Breadbox
You're no crabby little cuckoo
But the things you'll say
When I leave today
Will turn my heart to curds and whey
Mr. Powder-Blue Breadbox
You're one capable egg
Capable egg
Mr. Powder-Blue Breadbox
You're no circus by the seaside