poem5 - the picnic

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Pat a cake pate a cake baker’s man
Make me a cake or make me a bun
Or even a muffin or maybe a scone
And give me a call as soon as it’s done

As I was going to strawberry fair
I met some people going there
Come along with us they said,
our picnic you can join and share

Simple Simon met a pie man
struggling up the hill
Cart piled high with scrummy treats
He bought a sausage roll.


The queen of hearts she made some tarts
With jam and fruit and cream
And sandwiches to die for
With cheese and fish and ham

Polly put the kettle on
to make a cup of tea
Sukey took it off again
Then hid behind a tree

Sing a song of sixpence
A pocket full of sweets
Chockie ones and fruity ones
And lots and lots of treats

Rain rain go away
Come back in half an hour
By then our food will all be gone
And you can have a shower.

One two buckle my shoe
It’s time to leave for home
Fold the rugs and grab the chairs
Another picnic done

Ri-fol, Ri-fol
Tol-de-riddle-li-do
Ri-fol, Ri-fol,
Tol-de-riddle-dee.

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