Hey diddle diddle,
the pussy cat and fiddle,
the cow takes a pee.
They called it a moon,
’cause she showed her bare bottom,
and dish lost its spoon.
The cat sat watching,
its eyes quickly see it move,
and then moves to pounce.
Little Jack Horner,
sat in the corner eating pies,
not one with a plum.
The plum tree was bare,
and it was deepest winter,
so no plums in pies,
It is a plum role,
something good and excellent,
and very tasty.
