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MOTHER STORIES
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Simple Simon met a pieman,
Going to the fair;
Says Simple Simon to the pieman,
"Let me taste your ware."
Says the pieman to Simple Simon,
"Show me first your penny."
Says Simple Simon to the pieman,
"Indeed I have not any."
Simple Simon went a-fishing
For to catch a whale;
All the water he could find
Was in his mother's pail!
Simple Simon went to look
If plums grew on a thistle;
He pricked his finger very much,
Which made poor Simon whistel
He went to catch a dicky bird,
And thought he could not fail,
Because he had a little salt,
To put them upon its tail.
