Tom his scythe is whetting,
Old Susette is fretting,
The pigs they are squeaking
The barn-door is creaking,
Old Peter is talking,
The parrot is mocking,
Who can endure such a noise?
Tom his scythe is whetting,
Old Susette is fretting,
The pigs they are squeaking
The barn-door is creaking,
Old Peter is talking,
The parrot is mocking,
Who can endure such a noise?