Simple Simon

Simple Simon met a pieman
Going to the fair
Said Simple Simon to the pieman
“Let me taste your ware”

The pieman said to Simple Simon
“Show me first your penny”
Said Simple Simon to the pieman
“Sir, I have not any!”
(Let me taste your ware,
show me first your penny)

Said the man to Simple Simon,
“Do you plan to pay?”
Said Simon, “Yes, of course I do,”
But then he ran away!

(wait, come back here, where do you go?
Come back, where you going?
Hold on mate)

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 finally poor Simple Simon
Bids you all adieu”