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.