ABSTRACT
When my sister and I were very small (about 1951-53), Mom used to tell us this story. It went something like this.
There once was an old woman who wanted to go pick some berries, but she had no one to mind the house for her. So she said to her pig:
“Pig, Pig, will you stay home and mind the house While I go up on the hill and pick some marshberries?”
