Pigs Piggy Wig (thumb) and Piggy Wee (other thumb) Hungry pigs as pigs could be. For their dinner they 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 by Thomas Pynchon, Gravity s Rainbow
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! The Pig by Ogden Nash The Pig, if I am not mistaken, Gives us ham and pork and bacon. Let others think his heart is big, I think it is stupid of the pig. 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 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 is rise Made him open his eyes He enjoyed them for breakfast in bed. 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.
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 honor, As I was going to Bonner, I met a pig, Without a wig, Upon my word and honor. 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 own the street. http://www.potbellypigpets.com/poems.html Three Little Pigs Language Arts Poetry
2-4 Long ago, in days of old, When pigs were pink and nights were cold Three little pigs lived with their mum With curly tails upon their bum One day, she shooed them out of the house Go! she said. But be as quiet as a mouse! The big bad wolf lies in wait- He wants little pigs on his plate! They came upon a man selling straw. Pig number one brought more and more! He took the itchy yellow hay And built a house in only one day! Pigs two and three left their brother Came upon a peddler, then another. Man number two was selling sticks While pig number three was buying bricks. They all had houses by the wood And by his house each pig was stood. The wolf returned, one sunny day, And saw the piggies out to play! They saw the wolf- ran as fast as they could Into their houses, by the wood. The wolf crept up to the house of straw And knocked upon its yellow door No, no! I won t let you in! Not by the hairs on my chinny-chin-chin! The wolf let out a mighty roar, And said to the pig in the house of straw; I ll huff and I ll puff til my throat is sore! I m stronger than your yellow door! The pig was scared and ran away! Left the wolf to the house of hay! The same happened in the house of sticks. The piggies ran to the house of bricks! Again the wolf knocked on the door. The frightened pigs hit the floor!
The pigs were scared, the wolf was hungry And fed up with all this skullmongery! He climbed the chimney- up and up! Desperately wanting a pig for his sup! Said pig one- you know, we ought er Fill a cauldron with boiling water! We ve gotta go as fast as we can- Make the wolf fall in the pan! Down the chimney the big wolf leapt Into the pan where hot water was kept! The pigs were happy-together they pranced The wolf was dead! Oh how they danced! Long ago, in days of old, When wolves were dead and pigs were bold Three little pigs left their mother To live together- brother to brother. http://www.4degreez.com/poetry/9000/1000509840.html