The Busy Market

In the market,

You can get fish, spices,

Which is loved by mice,

There is a pile of lice,

In the pile of rice.

The cat is aiming at the fish,

Where it is lying dead in the dish,

It’s the cat’s wish to catch the fish,

The woman is cutting the fish,

For the cat on the dish.

There are spices on the woman’s head,

Which were lying all day on the bed,

So her husband and children said,

You have to go sell these or go to hell,

She said ‘I have something to tell,

She said ‘I have rung the bell.