Poetry Friday: Simple Simon

Continuing last week's theme of English nursery rhymes included in Clifton Fadiman's The World Treasury of Children's Literature, I bring you the classic: Simple Simon. Everyone knows the beginning, of course, but are you familiar with the later verses?

Simple Simon met a pieman,
  Going to the fair;
Says Simple Simon to the pieman,
  Let me taste your ware.

Says the pieman to Simple Simon,
  Show me first your penny;
Says Simple Simon to the pieman,
  Indeed I have not any.

Simple Simon went a-fishing,
  For to catch a whale;
All the water he had got
  Was in his mother's pail.

Simple Simon went to look
  If plums grew on a thistle;
He pricked his fingers very much,
  Which made poor Simon whistle.

He went for water in a sieve
  But soon it all fell through;
And now poor Simple Simon
  Bids you all adieu.

UPDATE: If you are looking for a round-up of other Poetry Friday entries for this week, I refer you to Kelly at Big A little a, who is completely on top of it.