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Eight Pigs
Two mother pigs lived in a pen, (thumbs)
Each had four babies and that made ten. (fingers of both hands)
These four babies were black and white. (fingers of one hand)
These four babies were black as night. (fingers of the other hand)
All eight babies loved to play. (wiggle fingers)
And they rolled and they rolled in the mud all day. (roll hands)
This little pig went to market…
This little pig went to market;
This little pig stayed at home;
This little pig had a bit of meat,
And this little pig had none;
This little pig said,
“Wee, wee, wee! I can’t find my way home.”
Richard J. Yanco
TO MARKET
To market, to market, to buy a fat pig,
Home again, home again, jiggety jig.
To market, to market, to buy a fat hog,
Home again, home again, jiggety jog.
To market, to market, to buy a plum bun,
Home again, home again, market is done.
The Real Mother Goose
A PIG
As I went to Bonner,
I met a pig
Without a wig
Upon my word and honor.
The Real Mother Goose
THE FLYING PIG
Dickory, dickory, dare,
The pig flew up in the air;
The man in brown soon brought him down,
Dickory, dickory, dare.
Little Johnny Pringle had a little Pig
The True Mother Goose – Songs for the Nursery, Or, Mother Goose’s Melodies for Children. Notes and Pictures by Blanche McManus. Published by Lamson, Wolffe and Co., Boston. 1895.
Children’s Pig Poems, Limericks and Nursery Rhymes
Pigs
Piggy Wig (thumb) and Piggy Wee (other thumb)
Hungry pigs as pigs could be.
For their dinner had to wait,
Down behind the garden gate. (Gate made of fingers)
Piggy Wig and Piggy Wee (wiggle thumbs)
Climbed the barnyard gate to see. (thumbs through fingers)
Peeking through the gate so high,
But no dinner could they spy.
Piggy Wig and Piggy Wee got down,
Sad as pigs could be.
But the gate soon opened wide
And they scampered forth outside. (hands swing apart, thumbs run in)
Piggy Wig and Piggy Wee,
Piggy Wig and Piggy Wee,
Greedy pigs as pigs could be.
For their dinner ran pell mell.
And in the trough both piggies fell.
Eight Pigs
Two mother pigs lived in a pen, (thumbs)
Each had four babies and that made ten. (fingers of both hands)
These four babies were black and white. (fingers of one hand)
These four babies were black as night. (fingers of the other hand)
All eight babies loved to play. (wiggle fingers)
And they rolled and they rolled in the mud all day. (roll hands)
Ten little pigs…(five little ducks went out to play)
Ten little pigs rolled in the mud-
Squishy, squashy, felt so good.
The farmer took one piggy out.
“Oink, Oink, oink” the pig did shout!
Continue with nine, eight, seven etc..
No little pigs rolled in the mud
They all looked so clean and good.
The farmer turned his back and then,
Those pigs rolled in the mud again.
In Praise of a Pig
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
The Pig
The Pig, if I am not mistaken,
Gives us ham and pork and Bacon.
Let others think his heart is big,
I think it stupid of the Pig.
Ogden Nash
Pig Limericks
There was a young pig whose delight
Was to follow the moths in their flight.
He entrapped them in nets,
Then admired his pets
As they danced on the ceiling at night.
-Anon.
There once was a piglet named Bob
Who spent all of his days on a log.
He sat there all day
While his friends went to play
‘Til one day he was lost in the fog.
-Allison Tremblay
There was a young pig who, in bed,
Nightly slumbered with eggs on his head.
When the sun at its rise
Made him open his eyes
He enjoyed them for breakfast in bed.
-Anon.
There was a young pig from Racine
Whose botanical interests were keen.
He planted a sock
In a bright window box,
Where it blossomed and sprouted a bean.
-Anon.
There was a poor pig on the street,
In the dustbin found tidbits to eat,
Though his hot garbage stew,
Smelled exactly like glue,
He declared that its taste was a treat.
-Anon.
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.
-Arnold Lobel
Nursery Rhymes
Barber, barber, shave a pig;
How many hairs will make a wig?
“Four and twenty, that’s enough.”
Give the poor barber a pinch of snuff.
The sow came in with the saddle;
The little pig rock’d the cradle;
The dish jump’d up on the table,
To see the pot swallow the ladle.
The spit that stood behind the door,
Threw the pudding-stick on the floor;
Oh! said the gridiron, can’t you agree?
I’m the head constable, bring them to me.
A long-tailed pig, or a short-tailed pig,
Or a pig without a tail;
A sow pig, or a boar pig,
Or a pig with a curly tail.
Upon my word and honour,
As I was going to Bonner,
I met a pig,
Without a wig,
Upon my word and honour.
Tom, Tom, the piper’s son,
Stole a pig, and away he run!
The pig was eat, and Tom was beat,
And Tom went roaring down the street.
CATS IN THE CREAM POT
THE ROLE OF CATS IN NURSERY RHYMES
by Sarah Hartwell
Hogs in the garden, catch ‘em, Towser;
Cows in the corn-field, run boys, run,
Cats in the cream-pot, run girls, run girls;
Fire on the mountains, run boys, run.
This is another rhyme that, like the Higglety Pigglety Pop variant earlier, conjures up images of domestic chaos – escaped pigs being rounded up by the dog, escaped cattle being rounded up by the boys, a cat raiding the kitchen and being shoo-ed out by the girls and finally a bush-fire, which the boys are presumably running to extinguish.
The Owl and the Pussycat
The Owl and the Pussycat poem
by Eduard Lear
The Owl and the Pussycat went to sea
In a beautiful pea-green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
Wrapped up in a five pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
“O lovely Pussy! O Pussy, my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are, you are, you are,
What a beautiful Pussy you are.”
Pussy said to the Owl “You elegant fowl,
How charmingly sweet you sing.
O let us be married, too long we have tarried;
But what shall we do for a ring?”
They sailed away, for a year and a day,
To the land where the Bong-tree grows,
And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood
With a ring at the end of his nose, his nose, his nose,
With a ring at the end of his nose.
“Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling your ring?”
Said the Piggy, “I will”
So they took it away, and were married next day
By the Turkey who lives on the hill.
They dined on mince, and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon.
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand.
They danced by the light of the moon, the moon, the moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.
The lyrics to “the owl and the pussycat” – What is a Runcible Spoon?
A traditional childrens poem , or folksong, as the lyrics to the owl and the pussycat have been set to music and recorded by several artisits. The author of the owl and the pussycat was of course Edward Lear (1812 – 1888) and the first publication date of the owl and the pussycat was 1871. Wonderful illustrated graphics have also been set to the words of the owl and the pussycat poem helping to fire the imagination of a child! The burning question remains, however, what exactly is the runcible spoon referred to in the words of the owl and the pussycat poem? The probable definition of this term is that a runcible spoon is a small fork with three prongs, one having a sharp edge, and curved like a spoon. This spoon is used to eat pickles, etc.
