Midge Pan

Lady bird, lady bird, Fly away home, Ybur house is on fire And your children all gone; All except one And that's little Ann And she has crept under The warming pan.

In the brewer's big pan, says Robin to Bobbin, In the brewer's big pan, says Richard to Robin, In the brewer's big pan, says John all alone, In the brewer's big pan, says ...

As round as a marble, As flat as a pan, The all of a woman, The half of aman.