Georgie was a skinny kid, fond of angling 
Fonder of dangling his feet in the cool brook water 
While the Reverend's daughter sat at his side 
And fluttered his face with the fuzz of a dandelion 

Long about noon time, floating 'cross the field 
Georgie heard the peal of a bell being rung by the parson 
Time for his lesson as much as he hated it 
The preacher was teachin' him to play the accordion