  IF the butterfly courted the bee, And the owl the porcupine; If churches were built in the sea, And three times one was nine; If the pony rode his master, If the buttercups ate the cows, If the cat had the dire disaster To be worried, sir, by the mouse; To a gipsy for half-a-crown; If a gentleman, sir, was a lady,— The world would be Upside-Down! If any or all of these wonders Should ever come about, I should not consider them blunders, For I should be Inside-Out! Chorus: Ba-ba, black wool, Have you any sheep? Yes, sir, a pack-full, Creep, mouse, creep! Four-and-twenty little maids Hanging out the pie, Out jumped the honey-pot, Guy-Fawkes, Guy! Cross-latch, cross-latch, Sit and spin the fire, When the pie was opened, The bird was on the brier! |
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