It was an old, old, old lady
And a boy that was a half past three
and the way they played toghether
was beautiful to see

She couldn't go running and jumping
and the boy, no more could he
for he was a think little fellow
with a thin little twisted knww

They sat in the yellow sunlight
out under the maple tree
and the game they palyed I'll tell you
just as it was told to me

It was hide-and-go seek they were playing
though you'd never know it to be
with an old, old, old lady
and a boy with a twisted knww

The boy would bend his face down
on his little sound right knee
and he'd guess where she was hiding
In guesses One, Two and Three

"You're in the china closet"
he'd cry and laugh with glee
it wasn't hte china closet
but he still had two and three

"You are up in Papa's big bedroom;
in the chest with the queer old key"
and she said "you are warm and warmer
but you're not quite right"she said

"It can't be that little cupboard
where mama's things used to be,
so if must be the clothes-press, grandma"
and he found her with his three

Then she covered her face with her fingers
that were wrinkled and wee
and she guessed where the boy was hiding
with a one, two and three

And they never stirred from their place
out under the maple tree
This old, old, old lady
and this little boy with a lame knee
This dear, dear, dear old lady
and the little boy who was half-past three.