Me fell in well,
Felt like me fell all the way to hell--
Me in well.

Me fell, ' pas belle,
Sans bateau flotant, je veux une pelle. . .
Faire un tunnel.
[Without a floating boat, I want a shovel, to dig a tunnel]

I'd love to, I'd love to I'd love to
Get up to light of day,
But it is a long way.
I'm hoping that just below my feet
There is no quicksand.

I'll scream to, I'll scream to, I'll scream to,
Scream to make you hear me
Until eternity,
Or until you come out here to fill
Your pot for tea.

Where are you?

I want you, I want you, I want you
To come and get me, now!
I'm puffed up like a cow.
Until you do, I'm yelling to
Get you off your ass.

Me fell, ' pas belle,
Sans bateau flotant, je veux une pelle. . .
Faire un tunnel.

If I had a Clapper,
I'd only have to clap my hands. . .
Yell: "Me fell!"