Once upon a time
There were three little pigs
They never knew their mother
She was taken right after
Sent to the market down just down the street
The three little pigs
stayed on the farm
Left all alone, there was no harm
The first little pig was lazy
And fattened up quickly
When he was 4 months old
He was sold to the restaurant down the road.
The second little pig was somewhat lazy
Yet was kept because of his size
which much more crazy
He was the largest of the litter
And won a blue ribbon
He was a prize and the farmer had won
He was sold for a ton
The third little piggy was the runt
She was too small for anyone to want
A mother was all she could be
After two years of the litter's being constantly made
On the Christmas table, she was laid
Fate was already sealed
With not a single one wasted
Each was tasted