Miss Hannigan:
Little cheeks, little teeth, everything around me is little
[drinks gin]
Miss Hannigan:
If I wring little necks surely I would get an acquittal! Someday I'll step on their freckles/ some night I'll straighten their curls/ send a flood, send the flu/ anything that you can do to little, little, little/
[drinks gin]
Miss Hannigan:
little, little, little
[drinks again]
Miss Hannigan:
little girls. Someday I'll laugh in the nuthouse/ with all the nuts and the squirrels/ there I'll stay, tucked away until the prohibition of little girls
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