Simple Simon
My one true love was Simon,
Simple, they called him,
But one day he went to the faire
And met Norah Pieman.
Oh, that girl was clever
She enticed Simon with her wares
And stole him plum away from me.
Now they live above the bakery,
Specializing in pies of every kind,
With bread and biscuits, too.
Copyright © Chetta Achara | Year Posted 2022
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