Perrette with a jug of milk on her head
Well balanced on a little cushion,
Expected to reach town without a hitch.
She strode along lightly in short clothing,
Having worn that day, to be more nimble,
A simple petticoat and flat shoes.
Our milkmaid thus kitted out
Was already counting in her head
The price her milk would fetch, and using that money
Bought a hundred eggs, yielding three broods;
The thing turned out well by her diligent care.
"It is easy for me," she said,
"To raise chickens around my house:
The fox will be quite skilled 
If he doesn't leave me enough to have a pig.
The pig will cost but little bran to fatten;
When I got him he was already reasonably large;
If I sell him I will earn quite a tidy sum.
And who will prevent me from putting in our stable,
Given the price it fetches, a cow and her calf,
That I will see leaping in the midst of the herd?"
Perrette, carried away, thereupon leapt also.
The milk fell; farewell calf, cow, pig, brood;
The mistress of these goods, leaving with a teary eye
Her fortune thus scattered about, 
Went to apologize to her husband,
In great danger of being beaten.
A farcical tale was made of this;
It was called The Jug of Milk.

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