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 drove.
Where do we go for our daily ration?
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.