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Simple Simon met a
pieman, Going to the fair; Says Simple Simon to the
pieman, "Let me taste your
ware." Says the pieman to Simple Simon, "Show me first your
penny," Says Simple Simon to the
pieman, "Indeed, I have not
any." Simple Simon went a-fishing For to catch a whale; All the water he could find 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 to catch a dicky bird, And thought he could not fail, Because he had a little salt, To put upon its tail. He went for water with a sieve, But soon it ran all through; And now poor Simple Simon Bids you all adieu. |
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