Classic Poem

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

He went to catch a dickey-bird,
—And thought he could not fail,
Because he'd got a little salt
—To put upon its tail.

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