Children, if you help me find the little gold crock You can have anything that's made in fairyland There'll be things plenty for allish Wondrish toys and magic tricks Electrish trains and basket ballish Mintish drops and licorice stick Life will be keenish all halloweenish And jelly beanish too With ice-cream, and cakish And soda to sup And no bellyacheish To wakeish you up There will be such delicious dishes And will end to this daffyish plot We will go from wretch to riches When we'll find that goldish pot There will be chocolate castish With hot-dogs, and mustish But cheers! ev'rybodysh Must fastish come trough