Little Dappled Cow

Once there was a little man where the little river ran,
And he had a little farm and little dairy-o.
And he had a little plow and a little dapple cow,
Which he often called his pretty little Mary-o.

Then his little maiden ran with her pretty little can,
Went a-milking when the morning sun was beaming-o.
And she fell on the cow and she stumbled o’er the plow,
And the cow was quite astonished at her streaming-o.

Little maid there all in vain as the milk ran o’er the plain,
And the piggy went a-grunting oh so gaily-o.
And the little dog behind thought his share was much inclined
So he pulled that squealing piggy by the tail-y-o.

Then to make a story short, little pony with a snort,
Lifting up his little heels so clever-o,
And the man he tumbled down and he nearly cracked his crown,
And this only made the matter worse than ever-o.