Ten Little Piggies

Ten little piggies play in the sun One of them decided to run A shot rang out, from the gun There were nine little piggies One was done Nine little piggies stand in a line One of them began to pine A shot rang out, killed the swine There were eight little piggies Nine was mine Eight little piggies began to wait Which one of them was the bait A shot rang out, one was late There were seven little piggies Sealed a fate Seven little piggies began to whittle One of them was too brittle A shot rang out, killed a little There were six little piggies Four in heaven Six little piggies in a tight fix One of them in the sticks A shot rang out, many clicks There were five little piggies Still alive Now five little piggies still survive One of them will soon dive A shot rang out, no revive There were four little piggies On the floor And four little piggies bathed in gore One of them called for war A shot rang out, his spine was tore There were three little piggies Obey the law See three little piggies by the tree One of them began to plea A shot rang out, the others flee There were two little piggies Hiding from me Two little piggies soon turn blue One of them knew kung fu A shot rang out, he was goo There was one little piggy He was done One little piggie had his fun That little piggy polished his gun Now he’s off, on the run There was one little piggy With the gun

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