Topsy-Turvy World

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!