GIRL'S SONG

I saw three black pigs riding

In a blue and yellow cart —

Three black pigs riding to the fair

Behind the old grey dappled mare —

But it was n't black pigs riding

In a gay and gaudy cart

That sent me into hiding

With a flutter in my heart.

I heard the cart returning,

The jolting jingling cart —

Returning empty from the fair

Behind the old jog-trotting mare —

But it was n't the returning

Of a clattering, empty cart

That sent the hot blood burning

And throbbing through my heart