He went to shoot a wild duck,
But the wild duck flew away;
Says Simon, "I can't hit him,
Because he will not stay."
ONCE Simon made a great Snowball,
And brought it in to roast;
He laid it down before the fire,
And soon the ball was lost.
HE went to slide upon the ice,
Before the ice would bear;
Then he plunged in above his knees,
Which made poor Simon stare.
He went to try if cherries ripe
Grew upon a thistle;
He pricked his finger very much,
Which made poor Simon whistle.
He washed himself with blacking-ball,
Because he had no soap:
Then, then, said to his mother,
"I'm a beauty now, I hope."
He went for water in a sieve,
But soon it all ran through;
And now poor Simple Simon
Bids you all adieu.
