Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn The sheep's in the meadow, The cow's in the corn... or Dimunutive child of cerulean hue, Come ullulate on your cornu The bovine woolmaker is now a-lea And the ruminant heifer is stealing barley. Mary had a little lamb, It's fleece was white as snow, And everywhere that Mary went, The lamb was sure to go or Mary had a callow sheep, With pellicule of niveous hue, Ubiquitous though Mary was, It was inured to pursue. To market, to market, To buy a fat pig, Home again, home again jiggetty-jig To market, to market, To buy a fat hog, Home again, home again, joggetty-jog or To indulge our preference for corpulent porkers, We travel where goods are presented by hawkers Then, jerkily bobbing along the hard road, We retreat to the peace of our native abode. To indulge our preference for corpulent boar, We employ the same method to that used before....
