This is from memory. I hope it's right.

She's a Mean Old Bag

To the tune of "Grand old Flag"

She's a mean old bag, she's a nasty old hag,
And forever she's filled us with hate.

But we treat her sweet, and kiss her feet,
And tell het we think that she's great.

She may curse at us, we will not raise a fuss,
When she starts in to scream and nag,

For we all are counting what we'll get,
From the will of that mean old bag.