"Not I," said the goose. "Not I," said the gander. “I will, then,” said the little red hen. So she did. Then she said, "Who will take this to the mill?" "Not I," said the goose. "Not I," said the gander. "I will, then," said the little red hen. Then she brought home the flour. ( "Who will make bread of this flour?" "Not I," said the goose. "Not I," said the gander. "I will, then," said the little red hen. And she did. "Now who will eat the bread?" said the little red hen. “I will,” said the goose. "I will," said the gander. "No, you won't!" said the little red hen. "My chicks and I will eat it.” To market, to market, To buy a fat pig. Home again, home again, Jiggety-jig. To market, to market, Home again, home again, Joggety-jog. She said, "I will buy a pig." So she went out to market, But the pig would not go home. So the old woman went to a dog. She said, "Dog, dog, bite pig. Pig won't get over the stile, And I shan't get home to-night.” But the dog said, "No, I won't." So the old woman went to a stick. |