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 had got,

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.

Then Simple Simon went a hunting,

For to catch a hare;

He rode on a goat about the street,

But could not find one there.

He went for water in a sieve

But soon it all run through;

And now poor Simple Simon

Bids you all adieu!



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