“For once my treasure is out of your way.”
I didn’t wait a moment then;
I couldn’t be conquered by that old hen!
But along the edge of the slippery ledge
I carefully crept, for the great pigs slept,
And I dared not even look to see
If they were thinking of eating me.
But all at once, oh! what a dunce!
I dropped my basket into the pen,
The one you gave me, Brother Ben;