GOLDILOCKS AND GOLDILOCKS
It was Goldilocks woke up in the morn
At the first of the shearing of the corn.
There stood his mother on the hearth
And of new-leased wheat was little dearth.
There stood his sisters by the quern,
For the high-noon cakes they needs must earn.
"O tell me Goldilocks my son,
Why hast thou coloured raiment on?"
"Why should I wear the hodden grey