Little pig - little pig,

breathing sunny air.

Little pig - little pig

how do you fare?

Little nostrils palpitate,

sweep the air and snuffle.

Little trotters tread the grass

and relish every scuffle.

Morning dew and evening cool

settle on your skin.

Grass is comfort for your eyes,

pippins crunchy on your chin.

Little pig - little pig

so brown or white or rosy -

you prowl the range then go to bed

in clean fresh straw, so cosy.

Little pig - a happy life

has made you tender, sweet.

In fact you are so lovely

that you’re good enough to eat.