Mr Pig rose from his chair His tummy full of crackers and cheese He’d polished off another éclair And wiped the cream from his knees. Mr Duck was devouring cheesy strings And a sandwich crammed with ham He’d got lemon curd caked in his wings And his beak was smeared with jam. Mr Pig was in a daydream Thinking of something sweet Perhaps some juicy cherries and cream Topped with chocolates and wheat. Mr Pig retired to his sty He had become quite ill Mr Duck knew the reason why And told him to stay still. He asked Mrs Hen for advice While Mr Pig counted sheep Mrs Hen said he was paying the price But nursed him while he was asleep.