Classic Poem

Have you met Miss Mabel Green
Who makes all kind of gel-a-tine?
'Cause she sells it very high
To get any better you need not try
I've known her for a great long time
All kind of jelly is in her line
If it look like jelly, shake like jelly
it must be gel-a-tine

If you chance to pass her way
You will hear her singing most every day
If it look like jelly, shake like jelly
it must be gel-a-tine

You won't try it, you gonna buy it
here's just what I mean

Maybe your jelly kid is good
You be satisfied to make your —
If it look like jelly, shake like jelly
it must be gel-a-tine

Mabel's cooking is a treat
Her jelly roll cannot be beat
She always keep them fresh and clean
Clean her jelly down in between
If it look like jelly, shake like jelly
it must be gel-a-tine

Can't get away, 'tain't no bluff
She sure knows how to strut her stuff
Now try her once and you will see
Why she's in her company
If it look like jelly, shake like jelly
it must be gel-a-tine

Telling all you men she will treat you nice
To get her jelly go and pay her price
If it look like jelly, shake like jelly
it must be gel-a-tine

There's no jelly in town sweet like mine
All of you who wants it must fall in line
Now she sold a little jelly to the man next door
He keeps laying round here for more
If it look like jelly, shake like jelly
it must be gel-a-tine