Tails and Trotters

By:		Judy B. Goodenough	Back to Roth's Song Index
On:		And So Will We yet
Listen:		Bok, Muir, & Trickett

Little piggy hollered in the middle of the night "Tell me now mama, I wanna get it right" "What'll I be when I get big?" "Hush," said his momma, "you're gonna be a pig". CHORUS:       That's how it is when you get older You're bacon, butt, and picnic shoulder All my sons, and all my daughters Are hocks and hams and tails and trotters. "Oh no," said the piggy, "that's mighty hard!" "There's more to me than loin and lard" "I can walk and talk, I'm young and strong" "Hush," said his momma, "not for long." "Oh no," said the piggy, and he started to howl. "There's more to me than cheek and jowl" "I'm pink and pretty, I can sing and dance" "Hush," said his momma, "you'll never get a chance." "Oh no," said the piggy, "I'll show you all!" He went over the fence and under the wall He ran and he ran 'till the moon went down He ran and he ran 'till he came to a town.

With a kink in his tail and a wink in his eye He put on a hat and he put on a tie Parted his hair, bought a diamond ring And nobody noticed anything. "Oh see," said the piggy, "I'm one of you" And everyone said "how true, how true" He made his money and he lived in style Some times he sang with half a smile: He's a big boar now, he's executive pork And he eats his vittles with a knife and fork He often thinks of the lonesome tune His momma sang by the light of the moon.