| There was a fat man of Bombay, |
| Who was smoking one sunshiny day, |
| When a bird called a snipe, |
| Flew away with his pipe, |
| Which vexed the fat man of Bombay. |
| Hark, hark! |
| The dogs do bark, |
| Beggars are coming to town; |
| Some in tags, |
| Some in rags, |
| And some in velvet gowns. |
| Jack be nimble, |
| Jack be quick, |
| And Jack jump over the candle stick. |
