Mother Goose





Little Betty Winkle, she had a pig, 
It was a little pig, and not very big; 
When he was alive he lived in clover, 
But now he's dead, and that's all over.

           Johnny Winkle, he 
           Sat down and cried, 
           Betty Winkle she 
           Laid down and died; 
           So there was an end 
           Of one, two, and three, 
           Johnny Winkle, He, 
           Betty Winkle, She, 
           And Piggy Wiggie.

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