Simple simon met a pieman
Going to the fair
Said simple simon to the pieman
Let me taste your ware
The pieman said to simple simon
Show me first your penny
Said simple simon to the pieman
I have not 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
He went for water in a sieve
But soon it all fell through
And now poor simple simon bids you all adieu