Jack Horner. I’ve hunted for mine through field and wood, My rich mince pie, so plummy and good! And that, Simple Simon, looks like my pie.
Simon. But this is a gombobble pie, says I.
Jack Horner. A “gone gobble” pie, you mean, I guess! I’m going to taste and see. Here, give me a bite and I can tell If it belongs to me.
(Simon backs away. Jack Horner grabs at the pie, and gets a piece, which he tastes.)
It is! I knew it all the time. You give it here, now, Si!
(He makes a sudden dive at Simon, and captures the pie.)
Simon. Ma, make him gin it back to I, He’s eating my gombobble pie!
Mother Goose (capturing the pie, although Jack manages to get a good bite first). I’ll keep the pie till we find out Just which does own the pie. Now, Jack, I’ll hear your story. (Simon tries to speak.) No, not now, Simple Si. I know just how you found it, But what I want to know Is just how Jacky lost his.
Jack Horner. It is my pie, I know. I was sitting in a corner, A-sticking in my thumb, When along came Willie Winkie, Just as I found a plum. He said there was a bushful Beneath a big pine tree; So I hid it in some waving ferns Just while I went to see. The bush was full of leaves, Ma! He laughed and ran away. I chased him out into the woods And there I lost my way. And when I did get back again, My pie had vanished, quite. Do give it to me, Mother, I’ve only had one bite!
Mother Goose. ’Tis plain that Willie Winkie Hid it up in the tree. And so it’s really Jacky’s.