When she'd finished her ranting n raving
When she'd was tired of her puffing n pacing
When she was done with her fussing n farting
When she'd had enough of her prancing n dancing
When she'd blown all the dandelions she could
Out in them wheatfields past the old woods
She decided she'd go back to him, slimmer
After all, who was going to make him his dinner?!