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