LITTLE Betty Pringle she had a pig, It was not very little and not very big; When it was alive it lived in clover, But now it's dead and that's all over. Johnny Pringle he sat down and cried, Betty Pringle she lay down and died; So there was an end of one, two, three, Johnny Pringle he, Betty Pringle she, And Piggy Wiggy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHRISTMAS CAROL by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE MODERN MAJOR-GENERAL, FR. THE PIRATES OF PENZANCE by WILLIAM SCHWENCK GILBERT CUPID AND CAMPASPE, FR. ALEXANDER AND CAMPASPE by JOHN LYLY PASA THALASSA THALASSA by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON LET HER SLEEP! by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS THE WAY OF SACRIFICE by MATTHEW ARNOLD |