When I was a little girl, about seven years old, I hadn’t got a petticoat, to cover me from the cold. So I went into Darlington, that pretty little town,
Auntie Ellen found her poodle— Mercy! Goodness sake!— Playing with the mully-wumps Down along the lake. And when she called him tenderly He didn’t want to come; It took her
This little pig went to the market. This little pig stayed home. This little pig had roast beef. This little pig had none. This little pig cried “Wee, wee, wee,