Simple Simon - Mother Goose

Simple Simon met a pieman, Going to the fair; Says Simple Simon to the pieman, Let me taste your ware. Said the pieman to Simple Simon, Show me first your penny; Says Simple Simon to the pieman, Sir I haven’t any. Simple Simon went a-fishing, For to catch a whale; All the water he had got, 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.

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