“Noo, not one of them,” says she.
“Well, come again or not come again, I’ll have one for my supper.” And the old woman went toward the pantry.
“But you can’t have one, if they ain’t come again, mother.”
“But I can,” the woman declared. “I’ll have the best one for my supper.”
“Best or worst,” the daughter said, “I’ve ate them all! And you can’t have one ’til they’ve come again!”
Well, the woman, she was so astonished she forgot all about supper. She carried her spinning to the doorway, and as she span, she sang a little song about her daughter:
“My daughter has ate five, five pies today,
My daughter has ate five, five pies today!”
Now the king was coming down the road, and he heard the woman singing, but he could not hear the words. So he stopped in front of the door and said:
“My good woman, what were you singing?”