At The Fair


Once there was a pig

His hair was wild

He wore a wig

He was a child


He sat on his stairs

His name was Lance

He goes to fairs

Without a romance



He went to the fair

Then he went on a ride

He sat in a chair

Then he died


He went down there

Where know one should say

Then he fell in an armchair

On a pile of hay


By Alison Opramolla