Twinkle twinkle little star
the sight I see is quite bizarre
nestling there against your thigh
like a sausage in a pie.
Hey diddle diddle
the cat’s on the fiddle
the cows gone down to the pub
the little boy smirked
when he found how it worked
and the plate\'s put the cup in the club.
It’s raining, it’s pouring
the old man’s performing
he patted her head and he took her to bed
and he never gave any forewarning.