AS soon as Tom, the piper's son, stopped playing everybody sat down to
rest, even the little pig who had been waltzing about on his hind legs.
He didn't try to run away. I guess he was too tired for that. Pretty
soon he took out a yellow handkerchief and wiped the perspiration from
his pink nose, and after that the little girl in blue asked Puss,
Junior, where he had learned to dance.
"At Mademoiselle Feline's dancing school," replied Puss. "She taught
twenty-one little kittens twice a week."
Just then, all of a sudden, Tom, the piper's son, jumped to his feet and
started off, and before very long
He met Old Dame Trot with a basket of eggs;
He used his pipe and she used her legs;
She danced about till the eggs were all broke;
She began to fret, but he laughed at the joke.
"I think it very mean of you to break an old lady's eggs," cried Puss.
"I'm sorry your eggs are broken," cried Tom to Old Dame Trot. "If you'll
come with me I'll show you where there's a nest full of eggs; it's in
the dry grass under the raspberry bushes in yonder meadow."