And old woman was sweeping her house, and she found a little crooked
sixpence. "What," said she, "shall I do with this little sixpence?
I will go to market and buy a little pig." As she was coming home she
came to a stile; the piggy would not go over the stile.

She went a little farther, and she met a dog. So she said to the
dog, "Dog! bit pig; piggy won't go over the stile, and I shan't get home
to-night." But the dog would not.

She went a little farther, and she met a stick. So she said, "Stick!
stick! beat dog; dog won't bite pig; piggy won't get over the stile,
and I shan't get home to-night." But the stick would not.

She went a little farther, and she met a fire. So she said, "Fire!
fire! burn stick; stick won't beat dog; dog won't bite pig; piggy
won't get over the stile, and I shan't get home to-night." But the fire
would not.

She went a little farther, and she met some water. So she said,
"Water! water! quench fire; fire won't burn stick; stick wont beat dog;
dog won't bite pig; piggy won't get over the stile, and I shan't get
home to-night." But the water would not.

She went a little farther, and she met an ox. So she said, "Ox! ox!
drink water; water won't quench fire; fire won't burn stick; stick
won't beat dog; dog won't bite pig; piggy won't get over the stile,
and I shan't get home to-night." But the ox would not.

She went a little farther, and she met a butcher. So she said,