Naughty May will not obey,
But will always have her way
Every moment of the day.
If you say do this, or that,
She will be amazed thereat,
Show her claws like any cat.
O she is a naughty child!
Very fond of running wild,
Never gentle, meek, or mild.
Some fine day, I don't know when--
She'll be popp'd in piggy's pen,
And be most unhappy then.
Pigs are stubborn things indeed,
Will not go as you would lead,
Never words of counsel heed.
And pig-headed folks are they
Who will always have their way,
Spite of anything you say.