Once a little songbird got out of her colored cage
And left the protection of Devonshire Drive
With a quick glance and squinted eyes she skirted through the underbrush
If you'll come a wobbling with Aida and me

Wobbling with Aida
Wobbling with Aida
If you'll come a wobbling with Aida and me
Then you'll see as I see that life's full of more than diaper pails
If you'll come a wobbling with Aida and me

She came upon the thick trees and pointed about this and that
When out of the woods popped a Cheshire cat
And she grinned as it grinned and they grinned until they disappeared
If you'll come a wobbling with Aida and me

Wobbling with Aida
Wobbling with Aida
Who'll come a wobbling with Aida and me
Then you'll see as I see that life's full of more than diaper pails
If you'll come a wobbling with Aida and me

Appearing by the dogwood and sniffing at the lilac buds
She patty-caked around the great sycamore tree
With a quick-step and peek-a-boo we laughed all through the clover beds
If you'll come a wobbling with Aida and me

Wobbling with Aida
Wobbling with Aida
If you'll come a wobbling with Aida and me
Then you'll see as I see that life's full of more than diaper pails
If you'll come a wobbling with Aida and me