To Market, to Market
To buy a fat pig
Home again, Home again
Jiggity Jig
No, Dear Farmer didn't go to market to buy a fat pig...but the verse is so quaint. He did, however, make his first trip to a farmer's market. In the past it has been Honorable Sons No.1 & 2 that have gone to market. This year the Farmer's Daughter was finally able to go. Honorable Son No.1 asked Dear Farmer if he would like to go as well. "Hmmm" , thought Dear Farmer, "Talk to people all day..."
"I'm in!", he declared!
Away they went to market. Honorable Son No.1, the Farmer's Daughter and Dear Farmer.
As the day progressed Dear Farmer had a wonderful time. Talking to the passer-by, jabbering with the other vendors, and laughing with his children. Dear Farmer was able to see what he already knew existed, a whole new neighborhood. Upon arrival home, Dear Farmer decided he wants to go to market once a week (if he's not cutting hay) with the children. The children would like to have him along as well.
The next time you are at your local farmer's market, enjoy talking to the people who grow your neighborhood produce! You might just pick up a pig and do a jiggity jig!
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