Topsy-Turvy World

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 cats had the dire disaster  

 To be worried, sir, by the mouse;  

If mamma, sir, sold the baby  

 To a gypsy for half a crown;

If a gentleman, sir, was a lady,—  

 The world would be Upside-down!  

If any or all of 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 packfull,  

 Creep, mouse, creep!

Four-and-twenty little maids  

 Hanging out the pie,  

Out jump’d the honey-pot,  

 Guy Fawkes, Guy!  

Cross latch, cross latch,

 Sit and spin the fire;  

When the pie was open’d,  

 The bird was on the brier!