A-Tisket, A-Tasket Ella Fitzgerald, Manhattan Transfer

A-tisket, a-tasket, A brown and yellow basket
I sent a letter to my mommy, On the way I dropped it
 
I dropped it, I dropped it, Yes on the way I dropped it
A little girlie picked it up, And put it in her pocket
 
She was truckin’ on down the avenue, Not a single thing to do
She went peck, peck, peckin’ all around, When she spied it on the ground
 
She took it, she took it,, My little yellow basket
And if she doesn’t bring it back, I think that I will die
 
A-tisket, a-tasket, I lost my yellow basket
And if that girlie don’t return it, Don’t know what I’ll do
 
Oh dear, I wonder where my basket can be?
(So do we, so do we, so do we, so do we, so do we)
Oh gee, I wish that little girl I could see
(So do we, so do we, so do we, so do we, so do we)
 
Oh why was I so careless with that basket of mine
That itty-bitty basket was a joy of mine
 
A-tisket, a-tasket, / I lost my yellow basket
Won’t someone help me find my basket
And make me happy again, again!
 
(Was it green?), No, no, no, no
(Was it red?), No, no, no, no
(Was it blue?), No, no, no, no
Just a little yellow basket
 
A little yellow basket