A thing she had frequently done before;
And her spectacles lay on her apron’d knees.
The piper he piped on the hilltop high,
(Butter and eggs and a pound of cheese)
Till the cow said “I die,” and the goose asked “Why?”
And the dog said nothing, but search’d for fleas.
The farmer he strode through the square farmyard;
(Butter and eggs and a pound of cheese)
His last brew of ale was a trifle hard—
The connection of which the plot one sees.