Simple Simon
Simple Simon met a pieman, Going to the fair;Says Simple Simon to the pieman, "Let me taste your ware."Says the pieman to Simple Simon, "Show me first your penny,"Says Simple Simon to the pieman, "Indeed, I have not any."Simple Simon went a-fishing For to catch a whale;All the water he could find Was in his mother's pail!Simple Simon went to look If plums grew on a thistle;He pricked his fingers very much, Which made poor Simon whistle.He went to catch a dicky bird, And thought he could not fail,Because he had a little salt, To put upon its tail.He went for water with a sieve, But soon it ran all through;And now poor Simple Simon Bids you all adieu.