IF the butterfly courted the bee, And the owl the porcupine; If churches were built in the sea, And three times one was nine; If the pony rode his master, If the buttercups ate the cows, If the cats had the dire disaster To be worried, sir, by the mouse; If mamma, sir, sold the baby To a gypsy for half a crown;
If a gentleman, sir, was a lady,— The world would be Upside-down! If any or all of these wonders Should ever come about, I should not consider them blunders, For I should be Inside-out!
Ba-ba, black wool, Have you any sheep? Yes, sir, a packfull, Creep, mouse, creep!
Four-and-twenty little maids Hanging out the pie, Out jump’d the honey-pot, Guy Fawkes,
Guy! Cross latch, cross latch, Sit and spin the fire; When the pie was open’d, The bird was on the brier!