Mother Goose. These are very good songs, but they will not do for a Maypole dance. Here, Little Tommy Tucker, sing for your supper.
Tommy Tucker. All right, Mother Goose.
   Handy Spandy, Jack-a-dandy,    Loved plum cake and sugar candy;    He bought some at a grocer's shop,    And out he came, hop, hop, hop.
Children. 
   Little Tommy Tucker, sings for his supper;    What shall he eat? White bread and butter;    How shall he eat it without any knife?
   How shall he marry without any wife?
[Dance about the Maypole.]
Mother Goose. Why, who can that man be? He is tumbling down in a very queer way! Who are you?
Man. 
   I'm the Man in the Moon,    Come down too soon    To ask the way to Norwich.
   I went by the south,    And burnt my mouth,    Eating cold pease-porridge.
Are Jack and Jill here?
Jack. Here I am, Mr. Moon-Man.
Jill. Oh, dear Mr. Moon-Man, where is your dog and your bundle of sticks?
Jack. Tell us what the children play in your country, the Moon!
Children. Please do, Mr. Moon-Man!
Moon-Man. Well, children, I can tell you how they learn to count. They all say 
   One, two; buckle my shoe;    Three, four; shut the door;    Five, six; pick up sticks; 
and then they all pick up sticks and put them on the fire.
Tom. I don't think that is much fun!
Children. Of course you don't. You don't like sticks.
   Tom, Tom, the Piper's Son,    Stole a pig and away he run!
     The pig was eat,      And Tom was beat,    And Tom ran roaring down the street!
Mistress Mary. Now, children, let us sit in a circle and play games and sing songs. Little Bo-Peep, you may sing your little song first.
Little Bo-Peep. 
   Little Bo-Peep, she lost her sheep,      And doesn't know where to find them; 
Children. 
   Leave them alone and they will come home      Bringing their tails behind them.
Mistress Mary. Now Jack and Jill 
Jack and Jill. Shall we go up the hill to get a pail of water?
Children. 
   Jack and Jill went up the hill      To get a pail of water.
   Jack fell down and broke his crown,      And Jill came tumbling after.
Boys. 
   Up Jack got and home did trot      As fast as he could caper;    He went to bed to mend his head,      With vinegar and brown paper.
Girls. 
   Jill came in and she did grin,      To see his paper plaster;    Her mother, vexed, did spank her next      For laughing at Jack's disaster.
Mistress Mary. Now, I'll sing a song and then help Mother Goose with the supper. [Sings.]
   Sing a song a sixpence,      Pocket full of rye;    Four-and-twenty blackbirds      Baked in a pie.
   When the pie was opened      The birds began to sing,    Wasn't that a dainty dish      To set before the king?
Mother Goose. Now I must have some children to help me.
Jack Goose. I'll take the bean porridge hot and bean porridge cold, mother, and Tommy Tucker can go with me and pass the white bread and butter.
Mother Goose. That's my good Jack. Now Tom the Piper's Son may take the roast pig and Mary may pass the Banbury cross buns.
Miss Muffet. Dear Mother Goose, may I pass the curds and whey?
Mother Goose. Yes, my dear child, but be careful not to spill any.
Then for the last course Jack Horner will pass the Christmas pie and give every child a big fat plum.
Children (sing).
   Little Jacky Horner    Sitting in a corner    Eating a Christmas pie    He put in his thumb    And pulled out a plum    And said What a great boy am I?
Old King Cole. Mother Goose, you have given us a beautiful party and we have had a lovely time. We hope you will live to give many more to your friends and the children.
Children. Yes, Mother Goose, your party was just lovely!
Mother Goose. Thank you, dear children.
King Cole. Now, little folks, let us sing a good-by song to Mother Goose.
The girls (bowing to King Cole).
   The king was in the counting room,      Counting out his money.
The boys (bowing to Mother Goose).
   The queen was in the parlor,      Eating bread and honey.
All. 
   The maid was in the garden 
(To Mistress Mary)
     Hanging out the clothes,    Along came a blackbird      And nipped off her nose!
Mother Goose. And that story means that night is coming and putting the day to sleep.
King Cole. So it does, and you see the sun is fast going down behind the western hills. Say good-by, children, for it is time to go home.
Children. Good night, Mother Goose.
Mother Goose. Good night, dear children, and don't forget your old Mother Goose.
Children. Forget dear Mother Goose? Never! Good-by, good-by!
Mother Goose. Good-by.