“My love, your fortune is made,” cried his mother, when she heard the good news. And she went to live with Jack and his bride, and they all had plenty and were happy ever after.
Ting-a-ling-a-ling,
Let the wedding bells ring.
—Folk tale
THE TIME THAT WILL COME AGAIN
One warm bright day in autumn, when the whole world was changing to brown and red and gold, a little squealing pig was sent by his mother to bring home some beechnuts to Piggikin, the baby.
“They’re dropping now, tender and sweet, in the wood,” said Mother Sow. “Off with you and get some.” So
With a run and a squeal
Away went the pig,
With an odd little reel.