One pig, two pigs, three pigs a day.
Four pigs, five pigs, six pigs a day.
Six pigs went to market.
One pig was painted scarlet.
Another one painted violet.
All want to go home
With a clock ticktack
And the white sun glittering
All gone too tired
To stay a minute longer
In the shiny, lonely market.

なか杉こう ｜MAIL

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