Veruca Salt

Veruca Salt the little brute
Has just gone down the garbage shute.
And she will meet as she decends, a rather different set of friends.
A rather different set of friends
A rather different set of friends.

A fishhead, for example, cut, this morning from a halibut.
An oyster from an oyster stew,
A steak that no one else could chew.
And lots of other things as well,
Each with it's rather horrid smell, horrid smell.
These are Veruca's new found friends
That she will meet as she descends.
These are Veruca's new found friends!

Who went and spoiled her, who indeed?
Who pandered to her every need?
Who turned her into such a brat?
Who are the culprits? Who did that?
The guilty ones, now this is sad,
Dear old mom and loving dad.