Lletres: Ella Fitzgerald. A-tisket, A-tasket.

A-tisket, A-tasket


A-tisket, a-tasket
A brown-and-yellow basket
I sent a letter to my momma
On the way I dropped it

I dropped it, I dropped it
Yes, on the way I dropped it
A little girlie picked it up
And put it in her pocket

She was truckin' on down the avenue
Without a single thing to do
She was peck, peck, peckin' all around
When she spied it on the ground

She took it, she took it
She took my yellow basket
And if she doesn't bring it back
I think that I will die

A-tisket, a-tasket
I lost my yellow basket
And if that basket don?t return
I don?t know what I?ll do

Oh dear I wonder were my basket can be
Oh gee I wish that little girl I could see
Oh I was so careless with that basket of mine
That itty-bitty basket was the joy of mine

A-tisket, a-tasket
I lost my yellow basket
Won?t someone help me find my basket
And make me happy again

(Was it green) No, no, no, no
(Was it red) No, no, no, no
(Was it blue) No, no, no, no
Just a little yellow basket

A little yellow basket