Old Molly Rier Jumped in the fire. The fire was so hot She jumped in the pot. The pot was so black She jumped in a crack. The crack was so high She jumped in the sky. The sky was so blue She jumped in the flue. The flue was so deep She jumped in the creek. The creek was so shallow She jumped in the tallow. The tallow was so cold She jumped on a pole. The pole was so round She jumped on the ground. The ground was white And there she spent the night.