Little piggy brother Grunted up a lather when he found the drains so clean; he looked in the gutter And saw the lack of clutter Where food had so long been.
The men came and sprayed Water in the drains To obey their masters above And the pigs went on a fast And kicked up a fuss at the awful lot of bother.
They ran on the streets And dodged the traffic That wouldn't care for their squeals. They waddled into gardens and Trampled the flowers in search of their daily meals.
The women ran out with sticks and shouts To shoo away the dirty dozen; The children ran amok And shrieked in shock At the sight of the motley walk-in.
The cleaners moved in With their war machinery And drove away the sty-on-the-move. The piggies, they halted Midway to defeat And rounded up on the guarded crew.
Where do we go for our daily meal? They grunted in unison, one and all. Where do we live, for our food and our home ' They asked of the armed battalion. The crew, they were baffled, to see the animals speak ' They who had never spoken.
