Once there was an old man who lived in the woods,
As you may plainly see.
He said he could do more work in one day
Than his wife could do in three.

The old lady said with all her heart,
"If you will me allow,
You may do the work today,
While I go follow the plow."

The old lady took her staff in her hand,
And off to follow the plow.
The old man took his pail on his head,
And off to milk the cow.

Old Tiny, she flinched; Old Tiny, she kicked;
Old Tiny, she turned up her nose.
Old Tiny, she kicked him on the chin,
And made the blood run to his toes.

Saw, Tiny, saw,
My pretty little cow, stand still,
And if I ever milk you again,
It'll be against my will.

He went to feed the three little pigs,
There within the sty,
And bumped his nose against the barn,
And made the blood to fly.

He went to feed the old speckled hen,
For fear she'd go astray,
And quite forgot the spool of yarn
His wife spun every day.

And when the old lady came home that night,
He said he could plainly see
That she could do more work in one day
Than he could do in three.

And when he saw how well she'd plowed,
Her rows so even and straight,
He said she could do more work in one day
Than he could do in eight.