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The song, of "The Three
Little Pigs" embraces a palpable moral, which not children alone would
be the better for taking to heart. I wish I could sing it for you, my
reader, as I have heard Mr. Tom Hunt, the well-known animal painter,
sing it in social circles in Glasgow:—
A jolly old sow once lived
in a sty,
And three little piggies had she
And she waddled about saying, ''grumph! grumph! grumph!"
While the little ones said "wee! wee!"
And she waddled about
saying, "grumph! grumph! grumph!"
While the little ones said "wee! wee!"
"My dear little piggies,"
said one of the brats,
"My dear little brothers," said he,
"Let us all for the future say, grumph! grurnph! grumph!"
"'Tis so childish to say, 'wee! wee!'"
Let us all, etc.
These three little piggies
grew skinny and lean,
And lean they might very well be,
For somehow they couldn't say "grumph ! grumph grumph!"
And they wouldn't say "wee! weeI "
For somehow, etc.
So after a time these
little pigs died,
They all died of fe-lo-de-see,
From trying too hard to say "grumph! grumph! grumph!"
When they only could say "wee! wee!"
From trying, etc.
A moral there is to this
little song,
A moral that's easy to see:
Don't try when you're young to say "grumph! grumph! grumph!"
When you only can say "wee! wee!"
Don't try when you're young to say "grumph! grumph! grumph!"
When you only can say "wee! wee!" |
