Classic Poem

My Uncle Jehoshaphat had a pig,
A pig of high degree;
And he always wore a brown scratch wig,
Most beautiful for to see.

My Uncle Jehoshaphat loved this pig,
And the piggywig he loved him;
And they both jumped into the lake one day,
To see which best could swim.

My Uncle Jehoshaphat he swam up,
And the piggywig he swam down;
And so they both did win the prize,
Which same was a velvet gown.

My Uncle Jehoshaphat wore one half,
And piggywig wore the other;
And they both rode to town on the brindled calf,
To carry it home to its mother.