Pop Goes the Weasel Nursery Rhyme

Half a pound of tuppenny rice, Half a pound of treacle. That's the way the money goes, Pop! Goes the weasel. Weasel Willy, small and quick, Whiskers twitching with a flick. Morning sunshine warm and bright, Bakery window, what a sight! Cakes and pastries, sweet and grand, Finest treats throughout the land. Willy's tummy rumbles low, To Baker Ben, he'll surely go. "Good morning, Ben!" says Willy shy, "Your treats look tasty! May I try? But I have no coins to spend today, Perhaps I could help in some small way?" Baker Ben with smile so wide, Welcomes Willy to come inside. "My floors need sweeping, if you please, And shelves need dusting with some ease." With nimble paws and cheerful heart, Willy cleans with special art. Sweeping corners, dusting high, Making everything sparkle, my oh my! "Wonderful work!" says Baker Ben, "Now for your payment, little friend." A muffin fresh and warm to hold, Worth more to Willy than pure gold. But as he took a happy bite, A sudden burst gave him a fright! The muffin's filled with sweet surprise, Pop! A blueberry bursts before his eyes! "Pop goes the muffin!" Willy cries, As purple juice makes purple dyes Upon his fur and on his nose, Pop! That's how the story goes! Each morning now at break of day, Willy comes to work and play. Helping Ben with cheerful zest, Their friendship growing, simply blessed. One day Ben with serious face, Says, "Willy, come and take this place. Stand behind the counter tall, While I deliver down the hall." Willy helps the customers buy, Handling coins with careful eye. Counting change with "Thank you, please!" Being helpful's such a breeze! When Ben returns, he claps with joy, "Well done, my friend! Oh boy, oh boy! You've earned yourself a special treat, A cinnamon roll, so warm and sweet!" As Willy bites with happy smile, Pop! The center bursts with style. Cinnamon swirls and sugar too, Pop! A treat that's tried and true! Every day they work as friends, And that's the way this story ends. With honest work and treats so nice, Worth much more than tuppenny rice! Up and down the village street, Folks still sing with rhythm sweet: "That's the way the money goes, Pop! Goes the weasel!" But Willy knows a better tune, Under the sun or shining moon: "For joy is found in giving cheer, Pop! Goes the weasel, far and near!"