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Simple Simon - Philippa Knight
Simple Simon met a pieman
Going to the fair;
Says Simple Simon to the pieman
Let me taste your ware
The pieman says to Simple Simon
Show me first your penny;
Says Simple Simon to the pieman
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
He went for water in a sieve
But soon it all fell through;
And now poor Simple Simon bids
You all"Adieu"
