For fifteen pennies and a box of matches,
He’ll tell you about the things he catches,
Up in the rafters,
Down in the basement,
Running to the window sill to open up the casement,
Leaping high above the daily master,
You can’t stop him ’cause he’ll just go faster,
Quick with a jab,
Then with a cut,
Slamming all the windows shut,
You can’t tell exactly what he’s going to do,
Asking everybody for a light except for you,
Fifteen pennies and some matches from Peru,
If you doubt, call it out, with a shout!
