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She climbs atree and scrapes her knee Her dress has got atear She waltzes on her way to Mass and whistles on the stair And underneath her wimple she has curlers in her hair I＇ve 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 Say it,Sister Margaretta 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 a word That means Maria A flibbertigibbet 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 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 focuns 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＇ll out pester any pest Drive a hornet form its nest She can 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 a word That means Maria -A flibbertigibbet-A will-o＇-the-wisp A clown Many a thing yuo 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 How do you solve a problem like Maria How do you hold a moonbeam... ...in your hand