The Dish and the Spoon

There once was a girl we called Spoon Because of her round bottomed moon When Hey Diddle Diddle Tried to play with her middle The Spoon said I don’t play that tune Another gal we called the Dish The object of my nightly wish She was every man’s dream But played for the wrong team She walked with a sway not a swish Then on a bright June afternoon Their eyes met and they both did swoon Then you know the rest Despite our protest The Dish ran away with the Spoon