This is the thumb, you see;
This finger shakes the tree;
And then this finger comes up;
And this one eats the plums up;
This little one, says he,
"I'll tell of you, you'll see!"
That one is the thumb;
And this one wants a plum;
This one says, "Where do they grow?"
This one says, "Come with me--I know."
But this little one, he says,
"I will not go near the place!
I don't like such naughty ways."
Now, I think that through and through
Little Finger's right--don't you?
This one fell in the water,
And this one helped him ashore,
And this one put him into bed,
And this one covered him o'er;
And then, in walks this noisy little chap,
And wakes him up once more.
This one walked out into the wood,
And caught a little hare;
And this one took and carried it home,
For he thought it dainty fare;
And this one came and cooked it up
With sauces rich and rare;
And this one laid the table out,
And did the plates prepare;
And this little fellow the keeper told
What the others were doing there.