The Pretzel Man

The Pretzel Man has a little stand

With spikes like the fingers on a hand,

And everyone strung up and down

With rings all baked to crispy brown.

The very richest queens and kings

Could never wear so many rings;

Though theirs be made of brightest gold

Set thick with jewels ages old—

Still, Pretzel Men can eat their rings

And this is not the case with kings!