'Mary Went down to Grandpa's Farm As i looked out

Mary went down Grandpa's farm;

The  billy goat chased her round 

the barn. Chased her up the sycamore

tree, And this is the song she sang to me

I like coffee I like tea. I like the boys and boys like me. As I looked out on Saturday last.

A fat little pig went hurrying past. 

Over his shoulder he wore a shawl

Although it didn't seem cold at all

I waved at him but he don't see. In addition, for he never so much as looked at much

Once again when the moon was high

I saw the little pig hurrying by

Back  he came at terrible peace

The moonlight shone on his little 

pink face. And he smiled with a smile that 

was content. But I never knew where 

that little pig went.