There Was A Little Garden Poem by Bryan Norton

There was a little garden
By a little picket fence
A little piggy poked about
The edge of its defense

The picket gate was tightly shut
The clasp was locked in place
No hungry little piggy push
Could pass a picket space

The little pig grew tired fast
Of pushing with his snout
But when he pushed more forcefully
His piggy strength gave out

A little bird flew overhead
And landed in the yard
The little piggy perked right up
To say that's not so hard

Instead of pushing at the gate
My push will be the sky
Who said a pig cannot succeed
By learning how to fly

The little pig took three steps back
And shut his piggy eyes
He charged the gate with all his might
But much to his surprise

He crashed into Miss Polly Figg
Just passing through the gate
They both fell down and tumbled too
Like meatballs on a plate

Said Polly Figg, you pretty pig
You're looking proudly pink
If pigs can fly then why can't I
And that is what I think

Now Jimmy Dean, the piggy's name
Was quick to greet the lass
He didn't know how much he flew
Across that gated pass

He briefly paused to catch his breath
With wonder by and by
For no such pig as Jimmy Dean
Had seen a girl fly

Farewell, Miss Figg, is what he said
And won't you beg my pardon
I only came to dig awhile
Inside your flower garden

Why certainly, said Polly Figg
Your feast is my request
A pig that flies is much too thin
To be our dinner guest.