Simon (crying). That pie belongs to me. Oh, dear, I wants my pie, I does! I likes gombobble pie.
Jack Horner. You’ve had a lot already, You greedy Simple Si.
(While Mother Goose has been holding the pie, her hands behind her, the other children have stolen up, and taken bits, till, when she holds it out to Jack Horner, but very little remains.)
Mother Goose. Here, Jacky Horner, take your pie. Why, what’s become of it? (Other children laugh.)
Jack Horner. There now! Of all my lovely pie, There’s only left a bit!
Simon. Well, ’twasn’t your gombobble pie, anyway, And I’m glad you lost it, that’s what I say.
Jack Horner. ’Twas mince!
Simon. ’Twas gombobble!
(Jill sneaks up, and gets a bit.)
Jack Horner. Stop, Jill, I say! I’ll eat the rest of it, anyway.