Once a mother pig
Picked up a stick
And tried to discipline
Her piglet kids.
The piglets eight
Squealed and quailed,
Mother, throw away the stick
They pleaded and wailed.
The mother pig said,
I shall throw away the stick
If you promise to clean the pen
With a broomstick.
See what a mess
You all have made
It would be a hell of a work
For our poor housemaid.
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