I sat belonely down a tree,
Humbled fat and small.
A little lady sing to me
I could not see at all.

I'm looking up and at the sky,
To find such wondrous voice.
Puzzly puzzle, wonder why,
I hear but have no voice.

"Speak up, come forth, you ravel me."
I potty menthol shout.
"I know you hiddy in this tree."
But still she won't come out.

Such softly singing lulled me sleep,
An hour or two or so
I wakeny slow and took a peep
And still no lady show.

Then suddy on a little twig
I thought I see a sight,
A tiny little tiny pig,
That sing with all its might.

"I thought you were a lady,"
I giggle, — well I may,
To my surprise the lady
Got up — and flew away.