What You the Nursery

While little Jack Horner
Sat in his corner
I took his Jill out to tea
She was no strumpet
Would give me no crumpet
Just a lap full of piping hot tea

Old King Cole
Was a merry old soul
His fingers were itching for me
He rented a tent
But his thinking was bent
He had thus no mercy from me

Mary, Mary be quite contrary
remember in life nothing’s free
think on that saying
As church bells are ringing
Let him sign a pre nuptial decree