On the way to Cut-Out Corners,
Where the road of Glueville winds,
Stands the little district schoolhouse,
Painted white, with neat green blinds.
Every day the paper children,
With their books and dinner pail,
Trot along the paper highway-
Sun or rain, they never fail!
And Miss Paperdoll, schoolmistress,
Hears them say their grammar rule
With arithmetic and spelling-
Then they're almost through with school
Now, however, it is recess-
In the playground they all run-
All excepting Dick and Flossie
On the doorstep in the sun.
Let us cut the school out, youngster,
Bring the paste-and now let's see
What a charming little schoolhouse
Cut-Out Corners school will be.