PEPITO   (Clarke/Wilde)

 

Who’s that stirring at the crack of dawn?

Black glassy eyes and a bucktooth yawn

A pillow of nutshells under his head

Piled upon his leafy bed

The sun came up again does he never take a break

It ain’t but quarter to eight – good grief

HEY PEPITO

 

Who’s that flying up the walnut tree?

Quicker than a human eye can see

Look up the trunk and he’s bound to hide

Scrambling around to the other side

Round and around and around he goes

Laughing at the chumps below

HEY PEPITO

 

Who’s that running on the telephone wire?

What’s the rush?   Where’s the fire?

He stops in the middle and he turns around

Gosh darn nearly falls down to the ground

Swinging and a-chattering, flicking his brush

Trying to outsmart his head – good gosh

HEY PEPITO

 

Now he’s in the garden sitting on a log

One eye on the dog bowl one eye on the dog

Sees his chance and he grabs a mouthful

The dog chases this tasty food-filled squirrel

Flying up the fire escape, swinging from the cables

Laughing at the chumps below   ho ho ho

HEY PEPITO

 

Now he’s on the rooftop digging up the potted plants

On the windowsill he does a little dance

Scattering pigeons in five directions

Teach those silly fat birds a valuable lesson

He’ll be gathering nuts for the whole day long,

It’s time to be moving on

HEY PEPITO