Five Little Piggies
Five little piggies, struggling for the teat,
Curly tails trembling, aren't they sweet!
Served on a platter with an apple in his snout,
Now there's only four, he's been counted out.
Four little piggies, rolling in the mud,
Grunting and oinking, just like piggies should.
A nice bit of crackling with apple sauce,
Another one's gone, leaving three, of course.
Three greedy piggies, trotters in the trough,
Gobbling the pig-swill, can't get enough.
Rashers for me and a pork pie for you,
Don't forget the sausages! That leaves two.
Two big ...