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.

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