ittle hair broom,
One morning was sweeping
Her little bedroom,
When, casting he little
Grey eyes on the ground,
In a sly little corner
A penny she found.

"Dear me!" cried the Dame,
While she started with surprise,
"How lucky I am
To find such a prize!
To market I'll go,
And a pig I will buy,
And little John Grubbins
Shall make him a sty."

So she washed her face clean,
And put on her gown,
And locked up the house,
And set off for town.
Then to market she went,
And a purchase she made
Of a little white pig,
And a penny she paid.

Having purchased the pig,
She was puzzled to know
How they both should get home;
So fearing least piggie
Should play her a trick,
She drove him along
With a little crab stick.

Piggie ran till they came
To the foot of a hill,
Where a little bridge stood
O'er the stream of a mill;
Piggie grunted and squeaked,
But not further would go:
Oh, fie! Piggie, fie!
To serve little Dame so.

She went to the mill,
And she borrowed a sack
To put the pig in,
And take him on her back:
Piggie squeaked to get out,
But the little Dame said,
"If you won't go of yourself,
You then must be made."

At last when the end
Of her journey had come,
She was awfully glad
She had got the pig home:
She carried him straight
To his nice little sty,
And gave him some hay
And some straw, nice and dry.

With a handful of peas
Then Piggie she fed,
And put on her night-cap,
And got into bed:
Having first said her prayers,
And put out the light;
And being quite tired,
We'll wish her good night.

The Chinese Pig

Old Madam Grumph, the pig, had got
A pig-sty of her own;
She is a most un-com-mon pig,
And likes to live alone.

A red-tiled roofing covers in
The one half of her sty;
And, half sur-round-ed by a wall,
Is open to the sky.

There stands the trough, they keep it fill'd
With pig-wash and with parings;
And all the other pigs declare
Dame Grumph has dainty fairings.

They like to see what she's about,
And poke their noses through
A great hole in the pig-sty door,
From whence they get a view.

The pigs, that run about the yard,
Are very lean and tall,
With long hind legs--but Madam Grumph
Is round as any ball.

One autumn day,