Two piggies went to market
All on a market day,
But when the butcher caught them
They wished they'd stayed away.
“Oh, Piggy-wiggy, fare you well,
Our ribs will soon be spare.”
And they quickly ran away,
And now they do n't go there.
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A NARROW ESCAPE · Ruth McEnery Stuart · Poetry Cove