Simple Simon met a pieman going to the fair;
Said Simple Simon to the pieman "Let me taste your ware"
Said the pieman to Simple Simon "Show me first your penny"
Said Simple Simon to the pieman "Sir, I have not any!"

Simon was simple and heading to Fair

hungry, but happy to go anywhere,

suddenly something assaulted his sense:

someone was selling some pies by the fence!

Odors, aromas of pastry and meat,

coconut creamy and strawberry sweet,

taters, tomatoes and blackberry fool,

Simon stood staring, and started to drool.

Bending the vendor a bow from the waist

Simon requested a pastry to taste,

hoping the hawker would treat him a pie,

crushed by the callousness of his reply:

"Charity, schmarity - Be on your way,

samples are ample to he who can pay!"