jupitersterrain four

Half a pound of tuppenny rice, 
Half a pound of treacle. 
That’s the way the money goes, 
Pop! goes the weasel.

Up and down the City road, 
In and out the Eagle, 
That’s the way the money goes, 
Pop! goes the weasel. 

For you may try to sew and sew, 
But you'll never make anything regal, 
That’s the way the money goes, 
Pop! goes the weasel. 

All around the cobbler's bench, 
the monkey chased the weasel, 
The dog, he thought 'twas all in fun. 
Pop! goes the weasel. 

A penny for a spool of thread, 
A penny for a needle. 
That’s the way the money goes, 
Pop! goes the weasel