Synopsis

Cecily Parsley lived in a pen, And brewed good ale for gentlemen; Gentlemen came every day, Till Cecily Parsley ran away. Goosey, goosey, gander, Whither will you wander? Upstairs and downstairs, And in my lady's chamber! This pig went to market; This pig stayed at home; This pig had a bit of meat; And this pig had none; This little pig cried Wee! wee! wee! I can't find my way home.