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Show MARY" GPoAHAM BONNER. - eorrcT wi vuntM Hnrvxni union THE PIG PEN "Grunt, grunt," said Porky Pig, "how nice It does seem to have a friendly gathering in a pig pen. There Is really no place like home after all." "Well," said Miss Ham, "you speak as though a gathering in the pig pen were very unusual. "We are here all of the time except during the winter when we are indoors and In the barn. "What do you mean by speaking as though it were so unusual to be together to-gether in the pig pen?" "Well," said Grandfather Porky Pig, "It just came over me what a nice home pen we have. "You know every one now and again suddenly appreciates their home. "At least I think they each and all do. Perhaps they have lived in it for ages and ages, but all of a sudden they see what a nice home it is. "And that is the way I have been feeling about my home. Ah yes, I have been feeling there really was nothing In this world like the nice pig pen. "And I have been writing a lovely song about It." "How do you know It is a lovely song?" asked Miss Ham. "Has anyone any-one told you so?" "No," said Porky, "but I think the Bubject is a lovely one. It Is called The Home Pig Pen.' " "Well," said Miss Ham, "It has a nice title. You'd better let me hear your song and then I will tell you what I think about It "My opinion, I am sure, will be of value to you." "I don't know," said Porky, "for If you don't like It I cannot think it will make much difference to me. Of course your opinion may disappoint me, but I do not believe it will do much else to me. "And I don't know whether it will be of value to me if you like it. I am not sure whether your opinion will really make so great a difference, but I may as well try it on you." "Ah, Porky," said Miss Ham, "you do not realize what a good critic I am and that means that I am one who can help you and who can tell you what is good and what is not. "Well, go on with your song anyway. I will listen to you and tell you what I think and it will help you whether you realize it or not." "So you have said, so you have said," agreed Porky. "Well, grunt, grunt, I will sing my song. I am eager to sing it and hear how it sounds myself." my-self." "Yes," said Miss Ham, "I notice you are. You are quite fond of your own pig ideas I've always noticed. But go on, go on, I will listen." Porky Pig grunted to himself that he would be lucky If he could get "It Has a Nice Title." through it all before Miss Ham spoke again. But at least all the other pigs were listening as though Interested. In his squealing voice, he sang this song: We may wander, we may roam, But there ia no place like home, Other poets have said the same, And saying this have won much fame. But I care not If T don't win glory And I care not It it's all an old story, For the fact remains, 1 speak what's true, And that is always right to do. Oh. the home pig pen, the home pig pen I like to say it again and again, It Is my Joy, the joy of my heart. Its mud Is the choicest In any part. I like it here, oh, I like it here, It's my home pig pen which Is oh, so dear! Let me grunt, let me grunt, let me grunt my Joy, I'm a lucky pig, as some say, "Oh Boy!" Yes, I'm lucky indeed, squeal, squeal, squeal, squeal, My heart wttli happiness I can feel Thumping pleasure and pounding with delight, Tes, in the pig pen I'm happy by day or by night. Grunt, grunt, grunt, grunt, the home pig pen, I love It, I love it, let mo say it again. "Well," said Miss Ham, as Porky finished, "you won't be knowu forever and a day as a great poet, nor will people say that you are a coming poet, but It's a poem with good ideas, Porky, good Ideas, squeal, squeal." And all the other pigs agreed with her. |