5. This lit-tle pig cried wee, wee,
all the way home.
One misty, moisty morning,
When cloudy was the weather,
I chanced to meet an old man clothed all in leather.
He began to compliment, and I began to grin,
How do you do, and how do you do?
And how do you do again?
Father Short came down the lane,
Oh! I’m obliged to hammer and smite
From four in the morning till eight at night,
For a bad master and a worse dame.