paroles de chanson Simple Simon - The Golden Orchestra

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 had got
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 whistle
He went for water in a sieve
But soon it all ran through
And now poor Simple Simon
Bids you all adieu