There was a little man,
Who wooed a little maid,
And he

said, "Little maid, will you wed, wed, wed?
I have little

more to say,
So will you, yea or nay,
For least said is

soonest mended-ded, ded, ded."

The little maid

replied,
"Should I be your little bride,
Pray what must we

have for to eat, eat, eat?
Will the flame that you're so

rich in
Light a fire in the kitchen?
Or the little god of

love turn the spit, spit, spit?"