Out in the country,
Alone, all alone,
Lived Old Mrs. Peppersham,
In a house of her own.
And she grew her own vegetables,
Just to pass time -
And she fertilised them often,
With compost so fine.
They grew large and juicy,
They grew in full sun.
And each afternoon,
Mrs. Peppersham picked some.
Her pumpkin was beautiful.
Her carrots a treat
In fact, all her vegetables,
Were so hard to beat.
