If all the world were apple-pie,
And all the water ink,
What should we do for bread and cheese?
What should we do for drink?
If you are to be a gentleman,
As I suppose you'll be,
You'll neither laugh nor smile,
For a tickling of the knee.
If all the world were paper,
And all the sea were ink,
And all the trees were bread and cheese,
What should we have to drink?