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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.

Simple Simon went a-fishing,

For to catch a Whale;

All the water he had got,

Was in his mother’s pail.

Then Simple Simon went a-hunting,

For to catch a hare;