THE PEE LITTLE THRIGS

To the late, great Archie Campbell we owe the story of The Pee Little Thrigs:

The first pittle lig came down the road widen a raggin'. The farmer asked him what he had and he said he had a stroad of law -- he was going to build his strouse out of haw. So he did -- he built his strouse out of haw. The big, bad wolf said, "Pittle lig, pittle lig, let me come in." The first pittle lig said, "Not by the chair of my hinny, hin, hin." The wolf said, "Then I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll hoe your blouse down." So he huffed, and he puffed, and he hoed his blouse down. The first pittle lig ran away.

The second pittle lig came down the road widen a raggin'. The farmer asked what he had and he said he had a stoad of licks -- he was going to build his stouse out of hicks. So he did -- he built his stouse out of hicks. The big, bad wolf said, "Pittle lig, pittle lig, let me come in." The second pittle lig said, "Not by the chair of my hinny, hin, hin." The wolf said, "Then I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll hoe your blouse down." So he huffed, and he puffed, and he hoed his blouse down. The second pittle lig ran away.

The third pittle lig came down the road widen a raggin'. The farmer asked what he had and he said he had a broad of licks -- he was going to build his brouse out of hicks. So he did -- he built his brouse out of hicks. The big, bad wolf said, "Pittle lig, pittle lig, let me come in." The third pittle lig said, "Not by the chair of my hinny, hin, hin." So the wolf huffed, and he puffed, but he couldn't hoe his blouse down. Then the big, bad wolf went up on the roof and came down the chimney. The pee little thrigs were ready for him and he landed in a pot of boiling water.

So the pee little thrigs had wolf stew -- seasoned with a little bacon and some pigs' ears.

                                                                       by D. Edgar Murray 02/11/2000.