I Sat Belonely

I sat belonely down a tree,

humbled fat and small.

A little lady sing to me

I couldn't see at all.

I'm looking up and at the sky,

to find such wondrous voice.

Puzzly puzzle, wonder why,

I hear but have no choice.

'Speak up, come forth, you ravel me',

I potty menthol shout.

'I know you hiddy by this tree'.

Dut still she won't come out.

Such softly singing lulled me sleep,

an hour or two or so

I wakeny slow and took a peep

and still no lady show.

Then suddy on a little twig

I thought I see a sight,

A tiny little tiny pig,

that sing with all it's might.

'I thought you were a lady'.

I giggle, well I may,

To my surprise the lady,

got up - and flew away.