Little Jack Horner,
Sat in a corner,
Eating his Christmas pie.
He stuck in his thumb,
And pulled out a plum,
And said, What a good boy am I!
Not to his aid,
The plum was a grenaid,
For he stole it from the king.
The grenaid for the king had it been,
And again he was never seen,
But, there was pie everywhere!
