Little Tommy Tucker, sing for your supper. What shall I sing? White bread and butter. How shall I cut it without any knife? How shall I marry without any wife?
There was a little man, And he wooed a little maid;
And he said, Little maid, will you wed, wed, wed? I have little more to say Than will you, yea or nay;
For the least said is soonest mended, ded, ded.
The little maid replied,— Some say a little sighed,—
But what shall we have to eat, eat, eat?
Will the flame that you're so rich in Make the fire in the kitchen,
Or the little god of Love turn the spit, spit, spit?