Oliver!

Please sir, I want some more
What?!
Please sir, I want some, more?
MORRRE!
Catch him!
Snatch him!
Hold him!
Scold him!
Pounce him, trounce him, pick him up and bounce him
Waiiiit
Before we put the lad to task may I be so curious as to ask his name?
Oliver
Oliver, Oliver never before has a boy wanted more
Oliver, Oliver he won’t ask for more when he knows what’s in store
There’s a dark, thin, winding stairway without any banister
Which we’ll throw him down and feed him on cockroaches served in a canister
Oliver! Oliver!
What will he do when he’s turned black and blue?
He will curse the day somebody named him Oliver
Oliver, Oliver never before has a boy wanted more
Oliver, Oliver he won’t ask for more when he knows what’s in store
There’s a sooty chimney long due for a sweeping out
That we’ll push him up and one day next year with a rat in his hair we will let
him out
Oliver, Oliver what will he do in this terrible stew?
He will rue the day somebody named him Oliver