The Little Disaster
Once
there
lived
a
little
man,
Where
a
little
river
ran,
And
he
had
a
little
farm
and
little
dairy
O!
And
he
had
a
little
plough,
And
a
little
dappled
cow,
Which
he
often
called
his
pretty
little
Fairy
O!
2
And
his
dog
he
called
Fidelle,
For
he
loved
his
master
well;
And
he
had
a
little
pony
for
his
pleasure
O!
In
a
sty
not
very
big
He'd
a
frisky
little
pig,
Which
he
often
called
his
little
piggy
treasure
O!
3
Once
his
little
maiden,
Ann,
With
her
pretty
little
can,
Went
a-milking
when
the
morning
sun
was
beaming
O!
When
she
fell,
I
don't
know
how,
But
she
stumbled
o'er
the
plough,
And
the
cow
was
quite
astonished
at
her
screaming
O!
4
Little
maid
cried
out
in
vain,
While
the
milk
ran
o'er
the
plain,
Little
pig
ran
grunting
after
it
so
gaily
O!
While
the
little
dog
behind,
For
a
share
was
much
inclined,
So
he
pulled
back
squeaking
piggy
by
the
taily
O!
5
Such
a
clatter
now
began
As
alarmed
the
little
man,
Who
came
capering
from
out
his
little
stable
O!
Pony
trod
on
doggy's
toes,
Doggy
snapped
at
piggy's
nose,
Piggy
made
as
great
a
noise
as
he
was
able
O!
6
Then
to
make
the
story
short,
Little
pony
with
a
snort
Lifted
up
his
little
heels
so
very
clever
O!
And
the
man
he
tumbled
down,
And
he
nearly
cracked
his
crown,
And
this
only
made
the
matter
worse
than
ever
O!
Walter
Crane
