Pig Poems

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...
(Tune: 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.


The Higgy-Piggy
You put your right hoof in;
You put your right hoof out;
You put your right hoof in and
you shake it all about.
You do the Higgy-Piggy,
And you turn yourself around,
That's what it's all about!
Oink!

Other Verses:
You put your left hoof in....
You put your right hamhock (hip) in...
You put your left hamhock in....
You put your snout in....
You put your curly tail in...


Pig
Behold the pig!
It's very big!
Its color pink
Is nice, I think!
Its tail's a beaut,
So curly cute!
And on the farm,
It oinks with charm!
~Meish Goldish



Piggies
"It's time for my piggies to go to bed,"
The nice big mother piggie said.
"Now I must count them up to see
If all my piggies came back to me.
One little piggy, two little piggies,
Three little piggies dear;
Four little piggies,
Five little piggies -
Yes, they all are here.
They're the dearest little piggies alive-
One, two, three, four, five."



Seven Piglets
by Jack Prelutsky
Seven piglets, pink and gray,
who could not keep from squealing,
chased each other all the way
from Wichita to Wheeling.
Under fences, over rails,
they raced with one another,
then turned around and twitched their tails,
and hurried home to Mother.

         


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