Lyrics of 'Storybook Ball' by Maria Muldaur

In Mother Goose's book up in the nurs'ry
Poor Simple Simon said: I'm feeling sad
Said Peter Piper's daughter, So am I, and think we oughter
Try to think of something that will make us glad
So Smarty Smarty said: I'll give a party
And they called on the Old Woman in the Shoe
The cat she brought her fiddle, and she played high diddle diddle
And what happened then, I'm goin' to tell to you

Little Jackie Horner, eating pie up in the corner
Stuck in his thumb, pulled out a plum
Little Missy Muffet she was sitting on a tuffet
And she said: Yum, yum! Please give me some
Little Georgie Porgie with his pudding and pie
Kissed Mary Quite Contrary till he made her cry
And Little Bo Peep she lost her sheep
And couldn't find 'em, their tails behind 'em
Peter Peter Pumpkin Eater had a wife and couldn't keep her
At the ball in the hall
Humpty Dumpty met her, said: Better that I get her
And I'll make her fall.
That's not all
Old King Cole, that merry old soul
He fell for Mother Hubbard, blew his big bankroll
Buying lollipops and pretties for the kiddies at the Story Book Ball

They danced and sang till early in the morning
They really didn't know just when to stop
So as the day was dawning and the kiddies all were yawning
They found out the mouse had run up in the clock
Then Jack Be Nimble, Jack Be Quick, he started
And right over that big candlestick he flew
Then Little Tommy Tucker started singing for his supper
And then Poor Boy Blue said: Gee, I'm hungry too

Peter Piper picked a peck of pickling peppers
Brought 'em to the hall, and that's no stall
Tommy Tom the piper's son, he stole a pig and away he run
To the ball.
Ah, that's not all
Polly put the kettle on.
The tea got cold
They had to eat the porridge that was nine days old
Then Jack fell down.
Jill broke her crown
And spilled the water.
She hadn't oughter
Four and twenty blackbirds were baking in a pie
And they refused to sing anything
Wasn't that an awful way little birds to act
Before a queen and king? Such a thing!
Said the knave and the king to the Queen of Hearts
Come on, hurry up, honey, bring some tarts
So she did and the kids had a picnic at the Story Book Ball