Now, on the way he passed a boy and a girl sitting by the roadside, with their backs to him. And the boy was saying to the girl,
“A long time ago when pigs had wings
And pups grew in the tree-tops,
In that good time donkeys brayed in rhyme
And fiddles danced the barn hops”—
“That’s very strange,” said the pig; “can it be true? I’ll ask the old witch owl about it. I’d like a pair of wings; I’d fly high, I can tell you.” So
With a run and a squeal
Away went the pig,
With an odd little reel;