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
It was raining a deluge when I cracked open the blues My coins were gone where? Maybe down the loo the heater glared with an ice cold flue my legs froze hard in my pantyhose too