She says...Little Miss Muppet sat on her tuppet, eating her curds and whey.
The dads on the bus go “gring gring gring” (read read read)
“What’s this, Aba?”
“Roast beef, M.”
“Oh. Pigs eat this.”
“No, I don’t think so, M.” Then he told me the story and I laughed and laughed, because... This little pig went to market, this little pig stayed home. This little pig had roast beef, this little pig had none.... you get the picture!!!