One summer morning A little tailor was sitting on his table near the window In good spirits, he was sewing with all his might A peasant woman came down the street crying Good jam for sale! Good jam for sale! That sounded good to the little tailor So he stuck his dainty head out the window and shouted Come up here, my dear woman! You can sell your goods here! The woman carried her heavy basket Up the three flights of stairs to the tailor Who had her unpack all of her jars He examined them, picking each one up and holding it to his nose Finally he said: This jam looks good to me Weigh out four ounces for me, even if it comes to a quarter pound The woman, who had hoped to make a good sale Gave him what he asked for, then went away angry and grumbling