Bo peep was away on an outing There was dancing and singing and shouting And as for the sheep They were home fast asleep As for that there is some room for doubting
Young Jack he was sat in a corner Dressed in black as the youngest sad mourner He said "that was my pet For your dinner you ate Here's the feathers that used to adorn 'er,."
There was a young lady from Crewe, Who was so skinny that when the wind blew She was able to fly Through the spokes of The Eye Thus jumping the very long queue.
When Mary's little lamb grew up She was very good chums with a pup They sailed the high seas Despite being bitten by the fleas And having to share the same cup
An elderly lady from Crewe Was happily making a brew. She chucked in some tea leaves And rolled up her sleeves Then started it all anew. That was difficult