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