Mrs. McFritter

Mrs. McFritter is our baby sitter
She sails through the sky with the moon
And if that sounds strange, please let me explain
She flies in a hot air balloon
She makes funny faces and takes us fun places
A carnival, playground or zoo
We sail through the air and fly anywhere
Every wish we imagine comes true
Singing yodel laydel la, never you fear
Mrs. McFritter is here
Her pockets are packed with puzzles and snacks
Ribbons and bright colored beads
Pencils and paste, paper and paints
And books full of stories to read
She carries harmonicas in her handbag
One for each child to play
She strums a guitar as we swing through the stars
Merrily tooting away
Singing yodel laydel la, never you fear
Mrs. McFritter is here
She makes up games that have funny names
Like huke hockey, kookball or schmicks
We play them with rings, cartons and strings
Scraps of old cardboard and sticks
Then she lets us play with great wads of clay
Small tools and spools of twine
We make horses and planes, dollies and trains
Or sculptures with dazzling designs
Singing yodel laydel la, never you fear
Mrs. McFritter is here
When mommy comes home we give her a hug
And tell her the fun things we did
She hardly believes what goes on when she leaves
It makes her wish she were a kid
Then Mrs. McFritter, our baby sitter
Hops back in here hot ail balloon
She sings with a smile, "I'll be back in a while"
Then goes swinging back up with the moon
Singing yodel laydel la remember my tune
I will return again soon
Singing yodel laydel la remember my tune
I will return again soon