Fee, fi, fo, fum I smell the blood of some earthly one. — Joseph Jacobs

Kind sir, if the truth I must tell,

At the sign of Basin of Water I dwell.

Little pig, little pig, let me come in.

To which the pig answered: Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin.

The wolf answered to that, Then I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow the house down.

Turn again Whittington,

Thrice Mayor of London