There’s an inn of old renown Where they brew a beer so brown Moon came rolling down the hill One Hevnsday night to drink his fill.
On a three-stringed fiddle there Played the Ostler’s cat so fair The hornèd Cow that night was seen To dance a jig upon the green.
Called by the fiddle to the Middle of the muddle where the Cow with a caper sent the Small dog squealing. Moon in a fuddle went to Huddle by the griddle but he Slipped in a puddle and the World went reeling.
Downsides went up- hey! Outsides went wide. As the fiddle Played a twiddle And the Moon slept till Sterrenday. Upsides went west- hey! Broadsides went boom. With a twiddle on the fiddle In the middle by the griddle And the Moon slept till Sterrenday.
Dish from off the dresser pranced, Found a spoon and gaily danced.
Horses neighed and champed their bits For the bloodshot Moon had lost his wits.
Well, cow jumped over, Dog barked wild, Moon lay prone and sweetly smiled.
Ostler cried, “Play faster, Cat! Because we all want to dance like that.”
Gambol and totter till you’re Hotter than a hatter and you Spin all akimbo Like a windmill flailing. Whirl with a clatter till you Scatter every cotter and the Strings start a-pinging as the World goes sailing.
Downsides go up- hey! Outsides go wide. You can clatter With your platter But the Moon slept till Sterrenday. Upsides go west- hey! Broadsides go boom. With a batter and a clatter You can shatter every platter But the Moon slept till Sterrenday.
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Downsides go up- hey! Outsides go wide. With a twiddle on the fiddle In the middle by the griddle And the Moon slept till Sterrenday. Upsides go west- hey! Broadsides go boom. With a batter and a clatter You can shatter every platter But the Moon slept till Sterrenday.