Mrs Thomas had a moustache
At the local corner dairy
Where she lived with Mr Thomas
Who was equally face hairy

Mrs Thomas had a moustache
And she wore it rather proud
While she scooped up double ice creams
To a young and eager crowd

Mrs Thomas had a moustache
We all loved her that’s for sure
Her face hair soon forgotten
As we licked
Out through the door

Although,

Mrs Thomas had a moustache
And there was this one occasion
When I found some of her moustache
In my choc mint, rum and raisin!