Late one night
As I sat reading,
I thought I heard
The sound of feeding.

Through the kitchen
Door I crept,
Barely watching
Where I stepped.

A crash, a bang,
A shout, a yell!
I slipped on something,
Then I fell.

I landed on
A pile of pigs,
Some eating dates,
Some eating figs.

In the cupboards,
On the floor,
Pigs aplenty,
Pigs galore!

Black pigs, white pigs,
Brown and pink,
Making oatmeal
In the sink.

Pigs from England,
Pigs from France,
Pigs in just
Their underpants.

Pigs arrive
By boat, by plane.
A bus pulls up,
And then a train.

A band strikes up,
A piggy sings,
Then, at ten
The doorbell rings.

Someone yells,
"The pizza's here!"
And all the pigs
Begin to cheer.

Flying pizzas
Fill the air.
One goes SPLAT!
Against my chair.

The piggy piggies
Eat their fill.
I get nothing,
Just the bill.

"I've had enough!"
I scream and shout.
"Get out, you pigs!
You pigs, get out!"

"Please let us stay,"
The piggies cry.
"Don't make us go,
Don't say good-bye."

"You can stay,"
I tell them all.
"But sweep the floor
And scrub the wall."

I give them brooms,
A pail, a mop.
"Now sweep and scrub
Till I say stop."

The piggies work,
And when they're done,
Upstairs they stagger
One by one.

They brush their teeth
And comb their tails,
Then wash their snouts
And clean their nails.

The pigs and I
Climb into bed.
I plump the pillows,
Plop my head.

I close my eyes
And try to sleep.
Before too long
I'm dreaming deep

Of pigs and pigs
And pigs some more
Of pigs aplenty,
Pigs galore.