We're walking around the house
We're walking around the house
We're looking for pigs and cows
Just walking around

We're walking around the rooms
We're picking up mops and brooms
We're sweeping away the gloom
Just walking around

Oh, yes we're walking
We're really walking
Sometimes we're talking
But now we're walking, walking, walking

We're walking around the chairs
Avoiding those grizzly bears
While singing 'bout old gray mares
And walking around

We're walking around the place
We're walking at our own pace
I wouldn't say full of grace
We bumble around