Simple Simon

Source

Source: Project Gutenberg #10607 Source URL: https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/10607 Public domain basis: Traditional rhymes in The Real Mother Goose, illustrated by Blanche Fisher Wright (1916), PG #10607. US public domain. Coverage: Complete individual poem extracted from parent edition the-real-mother-goose at bytes 29752-31972; checksum 902398e5f570d789578b16aaf320299468c0cc189dcce5777025cd51d383b780.

# Simple Simon

Simple Simon

And now poor Simple Simon Bids you all adieu.

THREE BLIND MICE

Three blind mice! See how they run! They all ran after the farmer's wife, Who cut off their tails with a carving knife. Did you ever see such a thing in your life As three blind mice?

FIVE TOES

This little pig went to market; This little pig stayed at home; This little pig had roast beef; This little pig had none; This little pig said, "Wee, wee! I can't find my way home."

A LITTLE MAN

There was a little man, and he had a little gun, And his bullets were made of lead, lead, lead; He went to the brook, and saw a little duck, And shot it right through the head, head, head.

He carried it home to his old wife Joan, And bade her a fire to make, make, make. To roast the little duck he had shot in the brook, And he'd go and fetch the drake, drake, drake.

The drake was a-swimming with his curly tail; The little man made it his mark, mark, mark. He let off his gun, but he fired too soon, And the drake flew away with a quack, quack, quack.

DOCTOR FOSTER

Doctor Foster went to Glo'ster, In a shower of rain; He stepped in a puddle, up to his middle, And never went there again.

DIDDLE DIDDLE DUMPLING

Diddle diddle dumpling, my son John Went to bed with his breeches on, One stocking off, and one stocking on; Diddle diddle dumpling, my son John.

JERRY HALL

Jerry Hall, he was so small, A rat could eat him, hat and all.

LENGTHENING DAYS

As the days grow longer The storms grow stronger.

THE BLACK HEN

Hickety, pickety, my black hen, She lays eggs for gentlemen; Gentlemen come every day To see what my black hen doth lay.

THE MIST

A hill full, a hole full, Yet you cannot catch a bowl full.

A CANDLE

Little Nanny Etticoat In a white petticoat, And a red nose; The longer she stands The shorter she grows.

MISS MUFFET

Little Miss Muffet Sat on a tuffet, Eating of curds and whey; There came a big spider, And sat down beside her, And frightened Miss Muffet away.

CURLY-LOCKS

Curly-locks, Curly-locks, wilt thou be mine? Thou shalt not wash the dishes, nor yet feed the swine; But sit on a cushion, and sew a fine seam And feed upon strawberries, sugar, and cream.

HUMPTY DUMPTY