Pie-crust and pastry-crust, that was the wall;
The windows were made of black-puddings and white,
And slated with pancakes — you ne’er saw the like.
| [To bed, to bed, says Sleepy-Head;] Let’s stay awhile, says Slow; Put on the pot, says Greedy-Sot, We’ll sup before we go. |
[Dingty diddledy, my mammy’s maid,]
She stole oranges, I am afraid:
Some in her pocket, some in her sleeve,
She stole oranges, I do believe.