All. Simple Si, he found a pie A-growing in a tree, And robbed the bird. Upon my word A robber fierce is he.
Simon. You bet I be when pie’s around. A better pie I never found. Of all the dandy pies, says I, The best of all’s gombobble pie.
Mother Goose. ’Twas funny how that pie got there!
Mother Hubbard. Wal, I declare, I wish I could find sech a tree! Old Rover’d wag his tail with glee.
Mother Goose. There’s a mystery somewhere. Willie Wink, You’re at the bottom of this, I think.
Willie. No, Ma. I never saw a pie A-growing in a tree-top high.
Mother Goose. Who put it there, I know quite well.
Simon. P’raps the little bird could tell, Or one of them old big black crows.