Betty Pringle had a little pig,
Not very little and not very big;
When alive he lived in clover,
But now he's dead, he's dead all over.
So Billy Pringle he lay down and cried,
And Betty Pringle she lay down and died;
So there was an end of one, two and three,
Billy Pringle he,
Betty Pringle she,
And Piggie Wiggee,
All of which rhymes with our O. N. T.
Hip-i-ty hop
To the barber shop,
This horse of mine,
He will not stop.
I'll buy a spool of cotton,
One for you,
And one for me,
Which shall it be?
Why, O. N. T.
Great A, little a.
Bouncing B!
The cat's in the cupboard,
And she can't see
That her kittens are playing with O. N. T.
USE CLARK'S O. N. T. SPOOL COTTON.