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