Beatrix Potter poems
Beatrix Potter(28 July 1866 - 22 December 1943 / London / England)
This pig went to market
- by Beatrix Potter 27
THIS pig went to market;This pig stayed at home;
This pig had a bit of meat;
And this pig had none;
This little pig cried
Wee! wee! wee!
I can't find my way home.
We have a Little Garden
- by Beatrix Potter 18
WE have a little garden,A garden of our own,
And every day we water there
The seeds that we have sown.
WE love our little garden,
And tend it with such care,
You will not find a faced leaf
Or blighted blossom there.