Machiavel - Mary lyrics

I'm Mary I'm three I'm older than my brother To day I go to school with my mother She told me I could be happy And I've put my new dress on But what ‘s going on ? We went into such a big home Then mother left me all alone A lady who's name was Mrs Trade Said to me"Mary don't be afraid" Mother, mother take me back home She told us a lot of nice stories It was so funny But when I spilled my milk on the book She flared up and give me a bad look The afternoom we went to the playground There were many torps all around But when I tried to taste the sand Raging Mrs Trade tapped my hand Suddenly a ball hit my head Such a pain and I lost my midday's bread All the children were laughing Alone with my tears I was thinking : "Mother, mother take me back home"