Simple Simon

Simple Simon met a pieman, 

Going to the fair;

Said Simple Simon to the pieman, 

“Let me taste your ware.” 

Said the pieman unto Simon, 

“Show me first your penny.”

Said 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.