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Montgomery-Perry |
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VERSE 1. In Mother Goose's book up in the nurs'ry, |
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Poor Simple Simon said, "I'm feeling sad." |
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Said Peter Piper's daughter, "So am I, and think we oughter |
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Try to think of something that will make us glad." |
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So Smarty Smarty said, "I'll give a party," |
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And they called on the Old Woman in the Shoe. |
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The cat she brought her fiddle, and she played "high diddle diddle," |
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And what happened then, I'm goin' to tell to you. |
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CHORUS 1: Little Jackie Horner, eating pie up in the corner, |
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Stuck in his thumb, pulled out a plum. |
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Little Missy Muffet she was sitting on a tuffet, |
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And she said, "Yum, yum! Please give me some." |
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Little Georgie Porgie with his pudding and pie, |
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Kissed Mary Quite Contrary till he made her cry; |
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And Little Bo Peep she lost her sheep |
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And couldn't find 'em, their tails behind 'em. |
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Peter Peter Pumpkin Eater had a wife and couldn't keep her. |
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At the ball in the hall. |
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Humpty Dumpty met her, said, "Better that I get her |
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And I'll make her fall." That's not all. |
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Old King Cole, that merry old soul, |
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He fell for Mother Hubbard, blew his big bankroll |
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Buying lollipops and pretties for the kiddies at the Story Book Ball. |
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VERSE 2. They danced and sang till early in the morning. |
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They really didn't know just when to stop; |
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So as the day was dawning and the kiddies all were yawning, |
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They found out the mouse had run up in the clock. |
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Then Jack Be Nimble, Jack Be Quick, he started, |
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And right over that big candlestick he flew. |
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Then Little Tommy Tucker started singing for his supper, |
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And then Poor Boy Blue said, "Gee, I'm hungry too." |
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CHORUS 2: Peter Piper picked a peck of pickling peppers, |
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Brought 'em to the hall, and that's no stall. |
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Tommy Tom the piper's son, he stole a pig and away he run |
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To the ball. Ah, that's not all. |
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Polly put the kettle on. The tea got cold. |
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They had to eat the porridge that was nine days old. |
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Then Jack fell down. Jill broke her crown |
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And spilled the water. She hadn't oughter. |
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Four and twenty blackbirds were baking in a pie, |
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And they refused to sing anything. |
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Wasn't that an awful way little birds to act |
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Before a queen and king? Such a thing! |
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Said the knave and the king to the Queen of Hearts, |
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"Come on. Hurry up, honey. Bring some tarts." |
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So she did and the kids had a picnic at the Story Book Ball. |
