A NARROW ESCAPE
Two piggies went to market
All on a market day,
But when the butcher caught them
They wished they'd stayed away.
"Oh, Piggy-wiggy, fare you well,
Our ribs will soon be spare."
And they quickly ran away,
And now they don't go there.
THE CAPTIVES
Pray tell us, if you please,
What sort of things are these:
A shadow-ghost has captured them,
And holds them fast with ease.
THE VICIOUS GOLLY-POPS
