If the butterfly courted the bee

If the butterfly courted the bee,
And the owl the porcupine;
If churches were built in the sea,
And three times one was nine;
If the pony rode his master,
If the buttercups ate the cows.
If the cat had the dire disaster
To be worried, sir, by the mouse;
If mamma, sir, sold the baby
To a gipsy for half a crown;
If a gentleman, sir, was a lady, —

The world would be Upside-Down!
If any of all these wonders
Should ever come about,
I should not consider them blunders.
For I should be Inside-Out!
{Chorus.)
Ba-ba, black wool.
Have you any sheep?
Yes, sir, a pack-full,
Creep, mouse, creep!
Four-and-twenty little maids

Hanging out the pie.
Out jumped the honey-pot,
Guy-Fawkcs, Guy!
Cross latch, cross latch,
Sit and spin the fire.
When the pie was opened.
The bird was on the brier!