If all the world was apple-pie,
And all the sea was ink;
And all the trees were bread and cheese,
What could we do for drink?
Old Mother Niddity Nod swore by the pudding-bag,
She would go to Stoken Church fair;
And then old Father Peter said he would meet her,
Before she got half-way there.
Little brown Betty lived at the Golden Can,
Where she brew'd good ale for gentlemen;
And gentlemen came every day,
Till little brown Betty she hopt away.
Tom Thumb the piper's son,
Stole a pig, and away did run;
The pig was eat, and Tom was beat,
Till he ran crying down the street.
Jack Sprat would eat no fat,
His wife would eat no lean;
Now was not this a pretty trick,
To make the platter clean.