A was an apple pie; B bit it; C cut it; D dealt it; E ate it; F fought for it; G got it; H had it; J joined it; K kept it; L longed for it; O opened it; S stole it; T took it; V viewed it; W wanted it; In the dark-blue sky you keep, There is the key of the Kingdom. Flowers in the basket, Bed in the room, Street in the town, Town in the city, And this is the key of the Kingdom. In that Kingdom there is a city; When I was a bachelor I lived by myself, And all the bread and cheese I got, I put upon a shelf; The rats and the mice did lead me such a life That I went to London to get myself a wife. The streets were so broad and the lanes were so narrow, I could not get my wife home without a wheelbarrow; The wheelbarrow broke, my wife got a fall; Down tumbled wheelbarrow, little wife, and all. |