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
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 the word that means Maria?
A flibbertijibbet!
A will-o'-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 a demon!
She's a lamb!
She'd out pester any pest,
Drive a hornet from its 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 the word that means Maria?
A flibbertijibbet!
A will-o'-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?
Writer(s): Adelio Cogliati, Francesco Sartori
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