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mother goose

Children

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mother goose

Children

Simple Simon

Simple Simon

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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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