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Simple Simon met a pieman, Going to the fair; Says Simple Simon to the pieman, Let me taste your ware. |
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Says the pieman to Simple Simon, Show me first your penny; Says Simple Simon to the pieman, Indeed I have not any. |
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Simple Simon went a-fishing, For to catch a whale; But all the water he had got Was in his mother's pail. |
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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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He went for water in a sieve, But soon it all fell through; And now poor Simple Simon Bids you all adieu. |