There was a little man,

And he wooed a little maid,

And he said “Little maid! will you wed, wed, wed?

I have little more to say,

Then will you? yea, or nay!

For least said is soonest mended, ded, ded, ded.”

The little maid replied,

(Some say a little sighed),

“But what shall we have to eat, eat, eat?

Will the love that you’re so rich in,

Put a fire into the kitchen?

Or the little God of Love turn the spit, spit, spit.”