Simple Simon went a-fishing, Simple Simon went a-hunting, He rode an ass about the streets, He went to catch a dickey bird, He went to take a bird's nest, A branch gave way, and Simon fell He went to shoot a wild duck, But wild duck flew away; Says Simon, "I can't hit him, Because he will not stay." He went for to eat honey Out of the mustard pot; It bit his tongue until he cried- He went to ride a spotted cow, She threw him down upon the ground, Once Simon made a great snow-ball, He went to slide upon the ice, Then he plunged in above his knees, He washed himself with blacking ball, Because he had no soap, Then said unto his mother, "I'm a beauty now, I hope." Simple Simon went to look If plums grew on a thistle; Cold and raw the north wind doth blow, Bleak in the morning early; All the hills are covered with snow, And winter looks grim and surly. OLD MOTHER GOOSE. Old Mother Goose, when On a very fine gander. Mother Goose had a house, "Twas built in a wood, Where an owl at the door For sentinel stood. This is her son Jack, She sent him to market, A live goose he bought; "Here, mother," says he, "It will not go for nought." Jack's goose and her gander Grew very fond; They'd both eat together, Or swim in one pond. Jack found one fine morning, As I have been told, His goose had laid him An egg of pure gold. Jack rode to his mother, The news for to tell; She called him a good boy, And said it was well. Jack sold his gold egg To a rogue of a Jew, |