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Simple Simon met a pieman, going to the fair
Said Simple Simon to the pieman, "Let me taste your ware."
Said the pieman unto Simon, "Show me first your penny."
Said Simple Simon to the pieman, "Sir, I haven't any."
Simple Simon went a-fishing, for to catch a whale
But 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 fingers in the leaves, which made poor Simon whistle




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