Every time George goes outside
He sees the dirt of pickles
Snuffles calls out through the window
You’re gonna get the tickles!

George always gets the tickles
When he plays in the dirt
It was better than climbing up the fence,
Falling off, and getting hurt

But one day George was looking down
At the flower at his feet
He looked at its bright yellow colour
And thought it would be good to eat

So he fell upon his face
Onto the flower of yellow
And coughed and sneezed and sputtered too
He was a silly fellow!

Snuffles laughed through the window pane
At George’s silly stuff
So George ran back into the house
He had had enough

From that day on, George looked at
The bright bold flower of yellow
While Snuffles stayed indoors
Making flowers out of marshmallow