Oh little piglet,
What have I done?
You're so still,
So soft,
So dry and clean and cold.
Where's the mud, wee infant swine?
The rolling, jumping, laughing mud?
You are too clean, little piglet.
You never knew mud.

I'm sorry, little piglet,
I have undressed you.
Your little coat, so pink and sunrise flushed.
Such a pretty coat!
But not strong enough for mud, it seems,
Oh little piglet.

They said you were born still, little piglet.
That a hole in your heart
let the life run out.

But I believe you could have run,
Fill the hole with terracotta mud
and run, little piglet.
Here,
I've opened the gate,

Goodbye, little piglet.