I remember many dear old love songs
Rhapsodies and symphonies galore
But a melody my mother sang to me still haunts me
How I always will adore
This little piggy went to market
This little piggy stayed home
This little piggy had roast beef
This little piggy had none
How I recall my dear old Mother
Putting me to bed
She tucked me in and said
To her cute little sleepy head
This little piggy was a bad little piggy
Who cried all the way home
Years have passed
But it's still my favourite poem
I dream and pray someday I'll say
To a cute little baby of my own
This little piggy went to market
And this little piggy stayed home
