Enid Blyton’s poem “The Jolly Tinker”

I’m the jolly tinker, oh,
I’m the jolly tinker,
With my pot of mending stuff
I can always tinker,
Hear me singing as I go
Jolly, jolly tinker, oh!

I mend pots and kettles too,
Anything that’s wrong will do,
Just a touch and it is new,
Jolly, jolly tinker, oh!

I can mend a hole so big,
You would never know, not a twig,
Just a patch and there’s the jig,
Jolly, jolly tinker, oh!

If your clock goes wrong, just bring
It along to me, I’ll sing
While I mend the broken spring,
Jolly, jolly tinker, oh!

If your dolly’s leg is split,
Or her arm’s gone, or her pit,
Just bring her along a bit,
Jolly, jolly tinker, oh!

I can mend the rocking-horse,
I can make it good, of course,
All things wrong I can divorce,
Jolly, jolly tinker, oh!

So if you’ve a broken toy,
I’m the one who will employ
To mend it up and give you joy,
Jolly, jolly tinker, oh!