Recording 104, page 133
RHYMES & POEMS
If Pigs Could Fly
If pigs could fly, I’d fly a pig
To foreign countries small and big –
To Italy and Spain,
To Austria, where cowbells ring,
To Germany, where people sing –
And then come home again.
I’d see the Ganges and the Nile;
I’d visit Madagascar’s isle,
People would say they’d never seen
So odd, so strange an air-machine
As that on which I flew.
Why, everyone would raise a shout
To see his trotters and his snout
Come floating from the sky;
And I would be a famous star
Well known in countries near and far –
