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<h2>TOM, THE PIPER'S SON</h2>
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"TOM was a piper's son,<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">He learned to play when he was young;</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">But all the tune that he could play</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Was 'Over the hills and far away.'"</span><br/></div>
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<p>"Well, it's a pretty fine tune," said Puss,
Junior, to himself, as the strains from Tom's pipe
came clear and sweet across the meadow. "I
wish I could play as well." Again the music
came down the breeze, clear and sweet, and
pretty soon Tom came capering toward him,
followed by a crowd of boys and girls.</p>
<p>"Heigh-ho!" laughed Puss. "Here they come,
dancing away, as if they had nothing to do but
play all the day long."</p>
<p>"Over the hills and far away!" piped Tom.</p>
<p>"Good morning!" cried Puss.</p>
<p>"Come and dance," said the piper's son, taking
the pipe from his mouth; "come and have
a merry dance. Make those red-topped booties
prance."</p>
<p>"Then play a merry jig," answered Puss,
catching up a small pig and waltzing him around
at a giddy rate.</p>
<p>"Hold on!" cried the pig. "I'm getting
dizzy."<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[118]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"I won't let you fall," replied Puss, with a grin.</p>
<p>"Let go!" squeaked the pig. "I tell you I'm
getting dizzy!"</p>
<p>"Well, why didn't you say 'let go' at first,"
laughed Puss. "You said, 'hold on.'"</p>
<p>By this time the poor pig was so out of breath
that he rolled over on his side and lay quite still
until a small boy said:</p>
<p>"Your tail is all twisted from dancing around
and around."</p>
<p>"Nonsense!" replied the pig, sitting up.
"Pigs' tails are always twisted. Dancing makes
your head go around, but it doesn't curl your
tail."</p>
<p>Then all of a sudden Tom commenced to play
again.</p>
<p>"Oh, please don't!" cried the breathless pig.
"I don't want to dance any more."</p>
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Tom with his pipe did play with such skill<br/>
That those who heard him could never stand still;<br/>
Whenever they heard him they began to dance—<br/>
Even pigs on their hind legs would after him prance.<br/></div>
<p>And, goodness me! it was such wonderful
music that even Puss couldn't keep still, but
must needs dance with a little girl in a blue dress
until Tom was out of breath and too tired to play
any longer.</p>
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