An 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: but the piggy wouldn't go
over the stile.

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

She went a little further, 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 wouldn't.

She went a little further, 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 wouldn't.

She went a little further, and she met some water. So she said:
"Water, water! 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 water wouldn't.

She went a little further, 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 wouldn't.