Peter Pringle Emma C. Dowd

Peter Pringle cannot read,
Peter Pringle cannot write;
But Peter Pringle he can eat.
And that is Peter's chief delight.

For breakfast he has mush and milk,
With apples, maybe, on the sly;
His luncheon it is just the same,
With odds and ends of cake and pie.

Peter Pringle plays no games
Peter Pringle has no toys,
Peter Pringle cannot toak;
But he can make a lot of noise,

Peter Pringle cannot read,
But Peter doesn't care a fig
As long a she can eat and eat,
For Peter Pringle is a pig.