歌詞

Eight little triangles were built

And now the count is seven

I only turned to fetch the pot

A moment, nothing more

And now the bottom tier presents

A gap not there before

The lamb is studying the lace

With scholarly regard

One small crumb upon a chin

Has testified in court

Even crumbs beneath the table

Find a mercy of some sort

It meets my eyes with perfect calm

The innocence of wool

But cucumber does not eat itself

However green and cool

I laugh — the court dissolves again

The sentence: one more half

One small crumb upon a chin

Has testified in court

Even crumbs beneath the table

Find a mercy of some sort

A tea for one was never one

The ledger's always short

One woolly guest, one missing bite

The sweetest kind of court

Mmm... mmm... mmm

One small crumb upon a chin

Has testified in court

Even crumbs beneath the table

Find a mercy of some sort

One small crumb upon a chin

Has testified in court

Even crumbs beneath the table

Find a mercy of some sort

Seven little triangles remain

And love has eaten one