I am not the pheasant plucker,

I'm the pheasant plucker's mate.

I am only plucking pheasants

cos' the pheasant plucker's late.

I slit the sheet, the sheet I slit;

and on the slitted sheet I sit.

One smart fellow; he felt smart.

Two smart fellows; they felt smart.

Three smart fellows; they all felt smart.

I'm not the fig plucker,

Nor the fig pluckers' son,

But I'll pluck figs

Till the fig plucker comes.

Fire truck tyres

Mrs Puggy Wuggy has a square cut punt.

Not a punt cut square,

Just a square cut punt.

It's round in the stern and blunt in the front.

Mrs Puggy Wuggy has a square cut punt.

Six stick shifts stuck shut.