An old woman was sweeping her house, and she found a crooked sixpence.
"What," she said, "shall I do with this little sixpence?
I know I shall go to the market and buy a little pig."
As she was coming home she came to a stile.
The piggy would not go over the stile.
She went a little farther, and she met a dog, so she said to the dog:
"Dog, dog, bite pig;
Piggy won't get over the stile,
And I shan't get home tonight!"
But the dog would not.
"Stick, stick, beat dog;
Dog won't bite pig;
Piggy won't get over stile,
And I shan't get home tonight!"
But the stick would not.
She went a little farther, and she met a fire. So she said.
"What," she said, "shall I do with this little sixpence?
I know I shall go to the market and buy a little pig."
As she was coming home she came to a stile.
The piggy would not go over the stile.
She went a little farther, and she met a dog, so she said to the dog:
"Dog, dog, bite pig;
Piggy won't get over the stile,
And I shan't get home tonight!"
But the dog would not.
She went a little farther, and she met a stick. So she said.
"Stick, stick, beat dog;
Dog won't bite pig;
Piggy won't get over stile,
And I shan't get home tonight!"
But the stick would not.She went a little farther, and she met a fire. So she said.
"Fire, fire, burn stick;
Stick won't beat dog;
Dog won't bite pig;
Piggy won't get over the stile,
And I shan't get home tonight!"
Stick won't beat dog;
Dog won't bite pig;
Piggy won't get over the stile,
And I shan't get home tonight!"
But the fire would not.
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