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| Simple Simon |
Simple Simon met a pieman,
Going to the fair;
Says Simple Simon to the pieman,
Ley me taste your ware.
Says the pieman unto Simon,
Show me first your penny.
Says Simple Simon to the pieman,
Sir, 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 finger very much,
Which made poor Simon whistle.
He went to catch a dicky bird,
And thought he could not fail;
Because he'd got a little salt
To put upon its tail.
He went for water with a sieve,
But soon it all fell through;
And now poor Simple Simon
Bids you all Adieu.
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