he ran home without going to the fair. He went to the little pig's house, and told him how frightened he had been by a great round thing which came down the hill past him. Then the little pig said, "Hah, I frightened you then. I had been to the fair and bought a butter-churn, and when I saw you, I got into it, and rolled down the hill." Then the wolf was very angry indeed, and declared he _would_ eat up the little pig, and that he would get down the chimney after him. When the little pig saw what he was about, he hung on the pot full of water, and made up a blazing fire, and, just as the wolf was coming down, took off the cover, and in fell the wolf; so the little pig put on the cover again in an instant, boiled him up, and eat him for supper, and lived happy ever afterwards. LVI. Little Tommy Tittlemouse Lived in a little house; He caught fishes In other men's ditches. LVII. Little King Boggen he built a fine hall. Pye-crust, and pastry-crust, that was the wall; The windows were made of black-puddings and white, And slated with pancakes--you ne'er saw the like. LVIII. The lion and the unicorn Were fighting for the crown; The lion beat the unicorn All round about the town. Some gave them white bread, And some gave them brown; Some gave them plum-cake, And sent them out of town. LIX. There was a jolly miller Lived on the river Dee, He look'd upon his pillow, And there he saw a flee. Oh! Mr. Flea, You have been biting me, And you must die: So he crack'd his bones Upon the stones, And there he let him lie. LX. Tom, Tom, the piper's son, Stole a pig, and away he run! The pig was eat, and Tom was beat, And Tom went roaring down the street. [Illustration] LXI. In Arthur's court Tom Thumb[*] did live, A man of mickle might; The best of all the table round, And eke a doughty knight. His stature but an inch in height, Or quarter of a span; Then think you not this little knight Was proved a valiant man? His father was a ploughman plain, His mother milk'd the cow, Yet how that they might have a son They knew not what to do: Until such time this good old man To learned Merlin goes, And there to him his deep desires In secret manner shows. How in his heart he wish'd to have A child, in time to come, To be his heir, though it might be No bigger than his thumb. Of which old Merlin thus foretold, That he his wish should have, And so this son of stature small The charmer to him gave. No blood nor bones in him should be, In shape, and being such That men should hear him speak, but not His wandering shadow touch. But so unseen to go or come,-- Whereas it pleas'd him still; Begot and born in half an hour, To fit his father's will. And in four minutes grew so fast That he became so tall As was the ploughman's thumb in height, And so they did him call--