Little Pig With a New Heart
Author unknown
Mary had a little pig and it was white as snow, She'd wash him and she'd scrub him, till he would squirm and squeal, And then when Mary found him he'd be blacker than ere before, She took him to a doctor who put the pig to sleep, and then he When little piggy did awake he had no more desire And so you see, dear friends of mine, you need a new heart too, That is when it had had a bath, as you of course might know.
But Mary had an awful time to keep the piggy clean,
For it was just the dirtiest pig that one has ever seen.
As if he wanted her to know it was an unfair deal.
And then inside his green backyard he'd plan from morn to night,
Unless he happened to sneak out and lose himself from sight.
So Mary'd get the soap again and scrub the pig some more.
Poor Mary thought and wondered much what she could ever do
Until she figured out a plan, and this she carried through.
Took his heart right out, but not of course to keep.
And then he took a little lamb and took his heart out too
And put it in the little pig before the piggy knew.
To wallow in the mud again or ever in the mire.
And try as hard as ere he could he never understood,
How such a pig as once he was could ever be so good.
Just like the little piggy did, the old will never do.
If you'll receive a brand new heart, well, here is how you may.
