Dog On Fleas

Weevily Wheat
Traditional, new stuff by Dean Jones

I don’t want none of your weevily wheat
I don’t want none of your barley
I want some flour and half an hour
To bake a pie for Charlie

Charlie is a fine young man
Charlie is a dandy
Charlie gave me 40 cents
And half a bite of candy

The higher up the cherry tree
Riper grows the cherry
The more you eat when you’re on top
The less you have to carry

I got one, I got two
I got twenty dozen
If you can guess the thing I got
I might take ‘em out the oven

Way down yonder in the maple swamp
Where the water’s deep and muddy
We’ll dance and sing ‘til broad daylight
And won’t get home ‘til Monday

Just close your eyes and go outside
Take somebody with you
Roll and stumble in the dark
That way you won’t feel cuckoo

If you love me like I love you
There won’t be words to tell it
Niagara Falls on a sunny day
Nobody’s gonna quell it

I don’t want no weevily wheat
I don’t want no barley
But I want some flour and half an hour
To bake a pie for Charlie