Little pig, little pig,
run, run, run!
Run fast, Johnny Pig
soup pot’s on.
Mama’s gonna cook a pot
of beans today.
She would like a little meat,
I heard her say.
Mama, Johnny Pig is gone.
He's out of his pen
and I can’t tell you where he is
to save my skin!
Little pig, little pig,
come back home
dinner’s over; we’re full
and soup’s all gone!
(When I was young we had a pet pig of the above name. When he was killed we wouldn’t eat the meat unless it was disguised or we were assured it was not our “Johnny Pig”.
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