【小兔彼得和他的朋友(青林)】《小豬柏郎的故事》(下)

Our funny old mother Piglin lived in a sty And three little piggies had a chee Had a chee, had a chee, had a chee Um, um, um, um And the little pig said, wee, wee 天亮前我必須要保持清醒 這樣我們才逃得了 嗯? 起牀了,碧薇,我們要上路了 可是天還黑著呢 噓,小聲一點 我們怎麼找得到路啊 來吧,宮堤叫過了,它會叫醒狄先生的 我真的不知道會不會,天這麼黑,而且 走吧,碧薇 只要你習慣了,你就會看得見的 走吧 這根本就不是花園嘛 走路當心哦 為什麼要去市場呢 我並不想去,我想做馬鈴薯 要不要一片薄荷糖 不,謝謝,我現在不要 你的牙還痛嗎 誰會知道我們去哪裡呢 碧薇,身子不要露出來 有人在耕田呢 走快一點 碧薇,再過不久,我們就可以平安地跨越境界了 啊,老天啊,我看到橋了,眼看就要自由了 碧薇,把嘴裡的薄荷糖拿出來 我們說不定要跑步 可是 不要說話 哦哦,等一下 兩位,你們上哪兒去啊 是不是要去市場啊 嗯 被我料中了啊 市場應該是昨天去的 好了,把執照給我看看 奇怪了 這隻豬是捕的吧 在哪兒啊 哦,在這兒啊 遺屍被竊獲迷途,願知愁一元 我得跟農夫商量一下 你們在這兒等一下啊 走了 現在還不行,碧薇,他會回頭看的 跑,碧薇,快跑 哎,等一下,你們兩個,快回來 不要停,碧薇,安全 馬鈴薯 還有三色錦 馬鈴薯 耶,好 你知道嗎,天下的事真巧 上次在過河去市場的路上 我看到了一個好漂亮的園子 一半種著馬鈴薯 另一半種了好大一片的鮮花 這會不會是 雨過了 又有新的一天 這只是一片 陰影和光 但我們擁有 藍色和白色的 這就是自然的溫暖 這就是肚子餓 這就是孩子的玩樂 我要去門口 拜託 啊,彼得 是的,你說得對 我應該給孩子們寫一封信 我的天啊 我怕要說完這個故事 會很長時間 孩子們都長大了 他們自己的孩子 所以,我的親愛的Cecily和Charlie 現在,最後一刻 你們要聽聽我們 可憐的小蟲子 曾經有一個老蟲子 叫做阿姨小蟲子 牠有八個家庭 四個小女蟲子 叫做Cross Patch, Suck Suck, Yop Yop和Spot 還有四個小男蟲子 叫做Alexander, Pigling Bland, Chin Chin和Stumpy Stumpy發生了一件意外 這八個小蟲子的口味非常好 是的,是的,是的 牠們在吃,是的,牠們在吃 我得趕快離開這裡 我的天啊 我要逃走 我真的相信 我不能和我的不守規矩的小蟲子 牠們真的變成了一個困擾和擔憂 我已經有足夠的困擾 因為今天是洗澡的日子 牠們喝了一堆牛奶 我必須去找另一隻小蟲子 是的,是的 好小蟲子會留在家裡做家務 但其他小蟲子必須離開 當然,牠們沒有牠們,會有更多東西吃 Hello Now pigling gland, you must go to market You too, Alexander Do stand still How can I brush your coat if you don't stand still Here are two licenses Permitting two pigs to go to market in Lancashire Attend, Alexander Miss Potters had no end of trouble In getting these papers from the policeman Beware of hen roosts, bacon and eggs And mind your Sunday clothes And remember If you once cross the county boundary You cannot come back Alexander, you are not attending Take the hand of your brother pigling gland There, sons I almost forgot Take these eight conversation peppermints A special treat Do heed the moral sentiments on them And you'll come to no harm So uplifting This little pig went to market This little pig stayed at home Let's see what they've given us for dinner, pigling If you must But isn't it rather soon But we've walked miles and miles Oh, very well But I really am not very hungry Still feeling rather peckish Then why not finish your peppermints One of mine said Moderation is a virtue Well, I would agree If I knew what it meant And anyway, I have Ages ago Give me one of yours, please But I wish to preserve them for emergencies Quite enough, Alexander Mother does expect us to behave responsibly There now Come along It is a long way to market And we have a considerable distance still to cover Tom, Tom, the piper's son Stole a pig and away he ran And all the tune that he could play Was over the hills and far away Tom, Tom, the piper's son Stole a pig and away What's that, young sirs? Stole a pig? Where are your licenses? There you are, Mr. Policeman I knew it was somewhere What's this? Two and a half conversation suites Is it three farthings? This ain't a license I had one Indeed I had, Mr. Policeman It's not likely they'd let you start without I'm passing the farm You may walk with me I see no reason, young sir Your papers are all right But I don't want to go all on my own Five miles to market town I shall never reach it by nightfall Market I never wanted to go in the first place All those crowds To be stared at, prodded, touched Then hired by some big strange farmer All I ever wanted was to have a little garden of my own And grow potatoes What's this? Alexander's license I might just overtake them Alexander, wait Mr. Policeman, I found it The license Alexander Wee wee wee I can't find my way home Goodness, wherever can I be? I can go no further tonight, I fear But I must find somewhere to rest for the night And shelter from this wind Excuse me, ma'am, if I might be permitted I'm afraid it is only a hen house But what can I do? I must leave no later than daybreak I fear this is no safe haven for a little pig I can begin to feel my trotters again So warm So comfortable Six should be enough Come on I'll need six of you fell to take to market in the morning So To market, to market, to market Here's another This one's called himself whatever Turn out your pockets now I am but a poor little pig I have nothing