This little piggie went to market
And this little piggie stayed home
This little piggie had roast beef
This little piggie had none
How I recall my dear old mother
Putting me to bed
She tucked me in and said
To her little sleepyhead
This little piggie was a bad little piggie
Who cried all the way home
Years have past
But it's still my favourite poem
I dream and pray someday I'll say
To a cute little piggie of my own
This little piggie went to market
And this little piggie stayed home
How I recall my dear old mother
Putting me to bed
She tucked me in and said
To her little sleepyhead
I dream and pray someday I'll say
To a cute little piggie of my own
This little piggie went to market
And this little piggie stayed home