An old street seller's cry turned into rhyme, hawking hot grey peas with plenty of repetition. A small taste of old London market life in four lines.
From Mother Goose / Nursery Rhymes (traditional). See the whole collection.
Piping hot, smoking hot.
What I've got
You have not.
Hot gray pease, hot, hot, hot;
Hot gray pease, hot.
Public domain. Text from The Real Mother Goose (Blanche Fisher Wright, 1916), via Project Gutenberg. View the source edition