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An imaginary arrow
An imaginary bow
A boy pulls back the bowstring
And lets the arrow go
It flies right out the window
It flies so straight and true
But a little girl sees it
And spills the beans at school
Tattle tale, tattle tale
You belong in jail
We’re gonna hang your britches
On a rusty nail
Next day the little boy
Gets hauled into the office
The little girl is frowning
"Yes," she says, "I saw it."
The little boy denies it
"What proof is there?" says he
The little girl just frowns some more
"Who needs proof?" says she
Tattle tale, tattle tale
You belong in jail
We’re gonna hang your britches
On a rusty nail
The parents of the children
Are called to testify
And both tell the policeman
"My child would never lie"
"Well somebody is lying
And somebody must pay
"I have no choice," the sergeant says
"I'll take them both away"
Tattle tale, tattle tale
You belong in jail
We’re gonna hang your britches
On a rusty nail
Tomorrow he'll regret
Playing make believe at school
And he won't be quite so quick to break
Imaginary rules
Tomorrow she'll be sorry
For all the trouble she got in
And if she's learned her lesson well
She'll never snitch again
Tattle tale, tattle tale
You belong in jail
We’re gonna hang your britches
On a rusty nail
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