Higgledy piggledy, my black hen, she lays eggs for gentlemen
Gentlemen come everyday to count what my black hen doth lay
If perchance she lays too many, they fine my hen a pretty penny
If perchance she fails to lay, the gentleman a bonus pay
Mumbledy pumbledy, my red cow, she's cooperating now
At first she didn't understand that milk production must be planned
She didn't understand at first she either had to plan or burst
But now the government reports, she's giving pints instead of quarts
Middledy dee, my next door neighbors, they are giggling at their labors
First they plant the tiny seed, then they water, then they weed
Then they hoe, and prune, and lop, and then they raise a record crop
Then they laugh their sides asunder and plow the whole caboodle under
Abracadabra, thus we learn, the more you create, the less you earn
The less you earn, the more you're given, the less you lead, the more you're driven
The more destroyed, the more they feed, the more you pay, the more they need
The more you earn, the less you keep, and now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the lord my soul to take, if some soul commission hasn't got it before I wake