Dickory, dickory, dare,
The pig flew up in the air;
The man in brown soon brought him down,
Dickory, dickory, dare.

A rhyme that makes no effort to be reasonable—and that’s exactly why it’s charming. A pig in flight is the kind of nonsense that delighted generations of children who didn’t need logic to have fun. The “man in brown” feels like the sober voice of reality, the one who steps in when imagination gets out of hand.
The illustration says it all: the sky’s full of wonder, the ground full of watchers, and the poor pig somewhere in between—half dream, half dinner.
It’s a tiny parable of playfulness versus practicality, and like most good nursery rhymes, it refuses to decide which side wins.

Ready for takeoff.
Two children test their homemade wings on an unusually patient pig, while the dog looks doubtful but hopeful for snacks.