Miss Moss, Miss Moss could never keep still. Miss Moss had a mill on a hill.
She worked so hard, milling sack after sack......Bad luck! Miss Moss had a bad back.
"I think it is time to sell my mill." "I cannot mill if I am ill."
So she moved house - and what a shock! Miss Moss had a hut on a rock.
She lay in bed with a terrible cough. "I had a sun deck but it fell off."
"And there's no sun when the fog comes up." "I am sick of fog - I am fed up!"
Now she lives in the meadow right next to us.
Miss Moss has a bed in a bus.
With trees in an orchard, one to ten...
A pig in a pen, and a duck and a hen.
And it's easy to go on a trip, you know - "I can pack up and off I go."
Miss Moss is better, she sits in the sun. Miss Moss has a lot of fun.