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...NAMING FOR LOVE by HAYDEN CARRUTH MATERNITY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO ATLANTA UNIVERSITY - ITS FOUNDERS AND TEACHERS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOMESDAY BOOK: MRS. GREGORY WENNER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |