As round as an apple, as deep as a cup,
And all the King's horses can't pull it up.
Long legs, crooked thighs,
Little head, and no eyes.
Higher than a house, higher than a tree,
Oh, whatever can that be?
Down in a dark dungeon I saw a brave knight,
All saddled, all bridled, all fit for the fight.
Gilt was his saddle, and bent was his bow;
Thrice I've told you his name, and yet you don't know.
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall;
Not all the King's horses, nor all the King's men,
Could set Humpty Dumpty up again.