TH Came tumbling down, And ask'd his way to Norwich, He went by the south, And burnt his mouth With supping cold pease-porridge. M Y dear, do you know, How a long time ago, Two poor little children, Whose names I don't know, Were stolen away on a fine summer's day, And when it was night, So sad was their plight, The sun it went down, And the moon gave no light. They sobbed and they sighed, and they bitterly cried, And the poor little things, they lay down and died. And when they were dead, The Robins so red Brought strawberry-leaves And over them spread; And all the day long They sung them this song: "Poor babes in the wood! Poor babes in the wood! And don't you remember the babes in the wood?" TH HERE was a crooked man, and he went a crooked mile, He found a crooked sixpence against a crooked stile: He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked mouse, 57 H S' IMPLE SIMON met a pieman, Says Simple Simon to the pieman, 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 'LL tell you a story About Jack his brother, And now my story's done. |