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FIVE LITTLE PIGS.

Five little pigs all rosy pink Are shut in a pen as black as ink ; All day long in a close, dark pen They wriggle and twist about, and then — This little pig went to market To buy him some crackers and cheese. But instead of a lunch He bought a big bunch Of fresh mignonette and sweet peas. This little pig stayed at home. And said, with a heart-rending wail, ‘ The air is so damp, It will give me the cramp. And take all the curl from my tail.’ This little pig had a piece of bread and butter. * I’m tidy,’ quoth she, • tbo’ I’m fat.’ Then it dropped on her gown The buttered side down, And oh, how she hiccoughed at that! This little pig had none, Not a crumb nor a morsel of bread ; So he swung on the gate Until it was late, And then be went hungry to bed. This little pig said,\' Wee. wee, wee, I can’t find my way home !' But no wonder the rogue went astray, For he ran down the street When he heard the drums beat. And he followed the circus all day. Five little pigs as pink as a rose I They’re only the baby’s tiny toes ; And before they are tucked in the blanket tight I’ll seize them and squeeze them, and kiss them good-night.

Anna M. Pratt.

‘ Yus,’ said the leary old mariner in the corner of the railway carriage, • for three days and nights we worked at the pumps, and still the water gained on us. At last we give up the 'opeless struggle. There he was—sinkin', sinkin’, sinkin’—expecting to perish ev’ry ’arf a moment. It was a horful time, b’leeve me. Sudden like we feels the wessel a-risin’ up through the water. She riz till her keel was ’most out o’ water, and we rides into port right on top o’ the waves. We was saved ! 'Ow it happened was—we had a cargo of yeast on board, and when the water reached it it rose, and rose, and rose till it fairly lifted up the ship. ’ In the past seventy years 400,000 miles of railway have been constructed ; yet no one has discovered the reason why a train which is always late when you get to the station early starts a minute before time ou the only morning you are late.

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New Zealand Graphic, Volume XIX, Issue V, 24 July 1897, Page 159

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399

FIVE LITTLE PIGS. New Zealand Graphic, Volume XIX, Issue V, 24 July 1897, Page 159

FIVE LITTLE PIGS. New Zealand Graphic, Volume XIX, Issue V, 24 July 1897, Page 159