Hey, diddle, diddle, The cat and the fiddle, The cow jumped over the moon. The little dog laughed To see such sport, And the dish ran away with the spoon.
The moon has a face like the clock in the hall; She shines on thieves on the garden wall, On streets and fields and harbour quays, And birdies asleep in
Who hung his hat on the moon? The owl in his bubble balloon. One bright summer night He sailed out of sight, And, hooting like Lucifer, hung in delight His