She climbs a tree and scrapes her knee,
her
dress has got a tear
She
waltzes on her way to mass and whistles on the stair
And
underneath her wimple she has curlers in her hair!
I
even heard her singing in the abbey
She’s
always late for chapel,
but
her penitence is real
She’s
always late for everything,
except
for every meal
I
hate to have to say it but I very firmly feel
Maria’s
not an asset to the abbey!
I’d
like to say a word in her behalf (and say it Sister Margareth)
Maria
makes me laugh!
How
do you solve a problem like Maria?
How
do you catch a cloud and pin it down?
How
do you find a word that means Maria?
A
flibberti gibbet!
A
willo’ the wisp!
A
clown!
Many
a thing you know you’d like to tell her,
many
a thing she ought to understand
But
how do you make her stay and listen to all you say?
How
do you keep a wave upon the sand?
Oh,
how do you solve a problem like Maria?
How
do you hold a moonbeam in your hand?
When
I’m with her I’m confused,
out
of focus and bemused, and I never know exactly where I am
Unpredictable
as weather, she’s as flighty as a feather,
she’s
a darling, she’s demon, she’s a lamb
She’d
out-pester any pest, drive a hornet from his nest,
she
could throw a whirling dervish out of whirl
She
is gentle, she is wild, she’s a riddle, she’s a child
She’s
a headache! She’s an angel! She’s a girl
How
do you solve a problem like Maria?
How
do you catch a cloud and pin it down?
How
do you find a word that means Maria?
A
flibberti gibbet!
A
willo’ the wisp!
A
clown!
Many
a thing you know you’d like to tell her,
many
a thing she ought to understand
But
how do you make her stay and listen to all you say?
How
do you keep a wave upon the sand?
Oh,
how do you solve a problem like Maria?
How
do you hold a moonbeam in your hand?