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Ten little piggies play in the sun
One of them decided to run
A shot rang out, from the gun
There were nine little piggies
One was done

Nine little piggies stand in a line
One of them began to pine
A shot rang out, killed the swine
There were eight little piggies
Nine was mine

Eight little piggies began to wait
Which one of them was the bait
A shot rang out, one was late
There were seven little piggies
Sealed a fate

Seven little piggies began to whittle
One of them was too brittle
A shot rang out, killed a little
There were six little piggies
Four in heaven

Six little piggies in a tight fix
One of them in the sticks
A shot rang out, many clicks
There were five little piggies
Still alive

Now five little piggies still survive
One of them will soon dive
A shot rang out, no revive
There were four little piggies
On the floor

And four little piggies bathed in gore
One of them called for war
A shot rang out, his spine was tore
There were three little piggies
Obey the law

See three little piggies by the tree
One of them began to plea
A shot rang out, the others flee
There were two little piggies
Hiding from me

Two little piggies soon turn blue
One of them knew kung fu
A shot rang out, he was goo
There was one little piggy
He was done

One little piggie had his fun
That little piggy polished his gun
Now he’s off, on the run
There was one little piggy
With the **gun
Ask me no more where Jove bestows,
When June is past, the fading rose;
For in your beauty’s orient deep
These flowers, as in their causes, sleep.

Ask me no more whither do stray
The golden atoms of the day;
For in pure love heaven did prepare
Those powders to enrich your hair.

Ask me no more whither doth haste
The nightingale when May is past;
For in your sweet dividing throat
She winters and keeps warm her note.

Ask me no more where those stars ‘light
That downwards fall in dead of night;
For in your eyes they sit, and there
Fixed become as in their sphere.

Ask me no more if east or west
The Phoenix builds her spicy nest;
For unto you at last she flies,
And in your fragrant ***** dies.

— The End —