  A funny little Piggy to the market went, To buy himself a whistle with a bright new cent. But the shop man said, “I have no penny whistle,” So Piggy made himself one from a prickly thistle. Piggy said, “This thistle whistle’s quite as good as any; I’ll buy an apple pie with my bright new penny.” When he bought his apple pie, said the baker, “Here’s another,” And Piggy took them home to his dear old mother. And his father and his mother, and his little sister Wee, Were very, very happy with apple pie for tea. After supper all the Piggies came in from ’cross the way, To see Piggy’s thistle whistle, and ask him if he’d play. Piggy whistled gayly a good old-fashioned dance, And every little Piggy began to sing and prance. And oh, such fancy dancing, until Mother Piggy said, “The Piggy sandman’s coming.” So they all went home to bed. |
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