King Pippin’s Hall
KING PIPPIN built a fine new hall,
Pastry and pie-crust were the wall;
Windows made of black pudding and white,
Slates were pancakes, you ne’er saw the like.
If
If all the world were apple-pie,
And all the water ink,
What should we do for bread and cheese?
What should we do for drink?
Coffee and Tea
MOLLY, my sister, and I fell out,
And what do you think it was about?
She loved coffee and I loved tea,
And that was the reason we couldn’t agree.