There Was a Little Garden
There was a little garden
By a little picket fence
A little piggy poked about
The edge of its defense
The picket gate was tightly shut
The clasp was locked in place
No hungry little piggy push
Could pass a picket space
The little pig grew tired fast
Of pushing with his snout
But when he pushed more forcefully
His piggy strength gave out
A little bird flew overhead
And landed in the yard
The little piggy perked right up
To say that's not so hard
Instead of pushing at the gate
My push will be the sky
Who said a pig cannot succeed
By learning how to fly
The little pig took three steps back
And shut his piggy eyes
He charged the gate with all his might
But much to his surprise
He crashed into Miss Polly Figg
Just passing through the gate
They both fell down and tumbled too
Like meatballs on a plate
Said Polly Figg, you pretty pig
You're looking proudly pink
If pigs can fly then why can't I
And that is what I think
Now Jimmy Dean, the piggy's name
Was quick to greet the lass
He didn't know how far he flew
Across that gated pass
He briefly paused to catch his breath
With wonder by and by
For no such pig as Jimmy Dean
Had seen a girl fly
Farewell, Miss Figg, is what he said
And won't you beg my pardon
I only came to dig awhile
Inside your flower garden
Why certainly, said Polly Figg
Your feast is my request
A pig that flies is much too thin
To be our dinner guest.
Copyright © Bryan Norton | Year Posted 2020
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