The Queen of Hearts

The Queen of Hearts,

She made some tarts,

All on a summer's day;

The Knave of Hearts,

He stole those tarts,

And took them clean away.

The King of Hearts

Called for the tarts,

And beat the Knave full sore;

The Knave of Hearts

brought back the tarts,

And vowed he'd steal no more.

The queen of hearts she made some tarts,

From spiders, dust and soil

And broken bricks

And stones and sticks

And squirts of engine oil.

By

Richard Edwards