The King's breakfast
The King was in his counting-house,
Counting out his money;
The Queen was in the kitchen,
Eating bread and honey.
The Maid was in the garden,
Hanging out the clothes,
There came a little beggar-boy,
And knocked at the doors.
"O what will you give to me,
To eat and to wear and to drink?
I am a little beggar-boy,
And I am very poor."
"I'll give you some of my counting,
Said the King to the boy;
"And you may have some of my honey,"
Said the Queen with joy.
"And you may have some of my clothes,"
Said the little Maid in the sun;
"O thank you, kind sir," said the boy,
And he made a little run.
And he ate of the honey and bread,
And he drank of the beer so brown,
And he put on the clothes so gay,
And he danced himself round and round.
And when he had eaten and drunk,
And danced himself tired and dry,
He said, "I will go to my work."
And he went out merrily.