There was once a girl,
Who, by name was Pearl;
She loved a good medley to sing,
But she sang so very badly,
So that children to their parents would cling,
For safety from this horrible thing.

I once met a very silly old man,
Who was so very fond of his pan,
That he cooked in it whatever he ate,
Whether it was cheese, corn, or cake.
And he would eat it,
Just like it tasted great,
But one day when he cooked a liquidy poison,
And he thought it would completely diminish the all harm,
But the poor chap realized that he was wrong,
When it brought him to his fate.

There was a young boy,
Who was so fond of his pate,
He kept it very safe, you know,
So that wherever he might go,
His pate was always safe from fate.

I saw a young lady,
Who looked so very dainty,
But when she tripped over the bed,
And hit on the floor her head,
She looked so very dead.

I once knew a very thin boy,
Who loved to laugh with joy.
But more than this,
He loved to eat.
But unfortunately for him one day,
He ate so much,
That his old thin self he began to miss.

Merry Terry,
Was a little berry.
He had been,
So they say,
On that same bush for many a day.
But one dreadful morning,
When the sun was out and shining,
Along came a hungry mole,
And it ate poor Terry whole!