I do NOT collect Pigs!!!
Ode to Piggies by Heather Morgan Creeping past my hallway door Eating grass and wanting more Waddling along a linoleum floor Searching searching for piggy lore. Pellets, veggies, and timothy hay I'll be wanting more, I'd say, Let me run around and play Frightening all the hamsters away. Piggy, happy squeaking one Basking, purring in the sun Soon the victory'll be won. And the piggy rule begun  A pig is a jolly companion Boar, sow, barrow, or gilt-- A pig is a pal, who'll boost your morale, Though mountains may topple and tilt. When they've blackballed, bamboozled, and burned you, When they've turned on you, Tory and Whig, Though you may be thrown over by Tabby and Rover, You'll never go wrong with a pig, a pig, You'll never go wrong with a pig. --Thomas Pynchon, "Gravity's Rainbow" "Pigericks," by Arnold Lobel There was a sad pig with a tail Not curly, but straight as a nail. So he ate simply oodles Of pretzels and noodles, Which put a fine twist to his tail. 
There was a poor pig on the street.In the trash he found tidbits to eat. Though his hot garbage stew Smelled exactly like glue, He declared that its taste was a treat. There was a shy pig by a wall Who was frightened when guests came to call. At the sound of their chatter His shape became flatter, Until he was not there at all. There was a small pig who wept tears When his mother said, "I'll wash your ears." As she poured on the soap, He cried, "Oh, how I hope This won't happen again for ten years!" |
"It is awfully hard to be b-b-brave," said Piglet, "when you are only a Very Small Animal.