Then the next thing They made a swing, But Jill set up a big cry, For the swing gave way In the midst of their play, And threw her into the pig-sty. The sow came by; Says Jack, "I'll try If I can't ride this prancer; She's a good hack,— I'll mount her back The sow ran and squalled, And Jack loudly bawled, And Jill joined in the choir; Dog Ball being near, Caught the sow by the ear, And threw Jack in the mire. |