This is the house that Jack
built.
This is the malt
That lay in the house that
Jack
built.
This is the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that
Jack
built.
This is the cat,
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that
Jack
built.
This is the dog,
That worried the cat,
That killed the rat, That
ate the malt
That lay in the house that
Jack
built.
This is the cow with the
crumpled horn,
That tosses the dog,
That worried the cat,
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that
Jack
built.
This is the maiden all forlorn,
That milked the cow with
the crumpled horn,
That tossed the dog,
That worried the cat,
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that
Jack
built.
This is the man all tattered
and torn,
That kissed the maiden all
forlorn,
That milked the cow with
the crumpled horn,
That tossed the dog,
That worried the cat,
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that
Jack
built.
This is the priest all shaven
and shorn,
That married the man all
tattered and torn,
That kissed the maiden all
forlorn,
That milked the cow with
the crumpled horn,
That tossed the dog,
That worried the cat,
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that
Jack built.
This is the cock that crowed
in the morn,
That waked the priest all
shaven and shorn,
That married the man all
tattered and torn,
That kissed the maiden all
forlorn,
That milked the cow with
the crumpled horn,
That tossed the dog,
That worried the cat,
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that
Jack
built.
This is the farmer sowing
the corn,
That kept the cock that
crowed in the morn,
That waked the priest all
shaven and shorn,
That married the man all
tattered and torn,
That kissed the maiden all
forlorn,
That milked the cow with
the crumpled horn,
That tossed the dog,
That worried the cat,
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that
Jack built.
from The Original Mother Goose, based on the 1916 Classic