"No," says the butcher, "I'll give you no meat till you go to the baker and fetch me some bread."
First she leapt, and then she ran,
Till she came to the baker, and thus began,—
"Pray, baker, give me bread, that I may give butcher bread, that butcher may give me meat, that I may give farmer meat, that farmer may give me hay, that I may give cow hay, that cow may give me milk, that I may give cat milk, that cat may give me my own tail again."
"Yes," says the baker, "I'll give you some bread,
But if you eat my meal, I'll cut off your head."
Then the baker gave mouse bread, and mouse gave butcher bread, and butcher gave mouse meat, and mouse gave farmer meat, and farmer gave mouse hay, and mouse gave cow hay, and cow gave mouse milk, and mouse gave cat milk, and cat gave mouse her own tail again!
FIRE! FIRE! BURN STICK!
And old woman was sweeping her house, and she found a little crooked sixpence. "What," said she, "shall I do with this little sixpence? I will go to market and buy a little pig." As she was coming home she came to a stile; the piggy would not go over the stile.
She went a little farther, and she met a dog. So she said to the dog, "Dog! bit pig; piggy won't go over the stile, and I shan't get home to-night." But the dog would not.