There was a man made all of rag His name was Uncle Feedle His coat was a barley bag all sewed up with a needle His nose was rag His toes were rag His legs were Harris Tweedle His eyes were dots of cotton frocks They called him Uncle Feedle Oh Uncle Feedle had no house Poor old Uncle Feedle He had no bed He had no house Poor little Uncle Feedle Poor old Uncle Silly old Uncle Hadn't got a bed so He took a bag of rag and cloth A reel of cotton threadle Now first he sewed the kitchen wall with cotton thread and needle The stichs small and the windows tall were sewed by Uncle Feedle The curtains lushed With purple plush And bombizina mantal A bottle of milk was borted silk And calacoda candle Now Feedle's house was inside out Clever old Uncle Feedle! The up was in The in was out It suited Uncle Feedle One more kitchen One more parlour One more was the bedroom He laid his head on his quilted bed Sleepy Uncle Feedle