The Little Button Man

Once I met
The little button man,
Dressed all in brown,
The little button man.

“How do you do?” I asked
The little button man.
“Very well, very well,” sang
The little button man.

“Where do you live?” I asked
The little button man.
“In the laundry, in the laundry,” sang
The little button man.

“What do you do?” I asked
The little button man.
“Snitch the socks, snitch the socks,” sang
The little button man.

“Why do you snitch?” I asked
The little button man.
“No matches, no matches,” sang
The little button man.

“Where do you go?” I asked
The little button man.
“No answer, no answer,” sang
The little button man.

Then skipped away
The little button man.
Never seen him since,
And never shall again.