Excellent Piglets at the County Fair The Inn at Blackpool : Pookie Sharps by Stu Harrell Children's Poem contest entry

Now Pookie liked little mysteries So let's go find her one The county had lots of legends And one was uniquely fun Now Granny Jilly lived high on the hill A farmin' piglets to the setting sun Her little critters were runners At fairs till the race was won Her barn was adorned with ribbons Their speed held all aghast Certainly they all seemed well enough But how did they run so fast? Now the County held a legend Of Nester the homely hog Instead of collecting ribbons He lay there like a log So Pookie discovered a secret That Nester had held so dear That if you gently tickled his tummy He would whisper a tale to hear For alongside the Jilly farmland Was a jostle of honeybee hives The piglets would oink at them loudly Till the swarm made 'em run for their lives Leading the bees was Athena the Queen And with Nester she cut a deal Stop fussing and oinking at my beehives And the races will be yours to steal So race day meant no stingers The piglets would quiver with glee For the pre-race tune had a racy hum It was "The Flight of the Bumble Bee." Recognized Author Notes This little Piggy.......Best to all.....

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