Simple Simon met a pieman,

a
Simple Simon met a pieman,
Going to the fair;
Says Simple Simon to the pieman,
Let me taste your ware.

b
Says the pieman to Simple Simon,
Show me first your penny;
Says Simpte Simon to the pieman,
Indeed I have not any.

c
Simple Simon went a-fishing,
For to catch a whale;
All the water he had got
Was in his mother's pail.

d
Simple Simon went to look
If plums grew on a thistle;
He pricked his fingers very much,
Which made poor Simon whistle.

e
He went for water in a sieve
But soon it all fell through;
And now poor Simple Simon
Bids you all adieu.