Tinker
:
Up the airy mountain, down the rushy glen, we daren't go a hunting, for fear of little men. You see, nobody ever goes in... and nobody ever comes out.
Tinker
:
[pointing to Willy Wonka's factory]
Nobody ever goes in and nobody ever comes out!
Tinker
:
Up the airy mountain / Down the rushing glen / We dare not go hunting / For fear of little men