This Little Pig
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Lyrics
This little pig went to market
This little pig stayed home
This little pig he had roast beef but
This little pig had none.
First little pig who went off to market
Brought home his friend John Cleese
And soon as were able sat down at table
Ate up the bread and cheese.
Pig number two well he was the shy one
He liked to stay at home.
He did the cleaning, washing and ironing
He gave the dog his bone.
Third little pig now he was a fat pig
Plump as a pudding was he
Roast beef for breakfast, roast beef for lunch
Then roast beef for afternoon tea.
The last little pig well he didn’t really have much
He didn’t really have much at all.
He moped around the house with a sad look on his face
Unlike Cinderella he never went to the ball – and he said
I’ve never been to the market
I’ve only ever stayed at home
I’ve never ever had roast beef
I’ve never had anything at all
This little pig shall go to market
This little pig shall leave home
This little pig shall have roast beef
This little pig shall have it all.
The Three Little Pigs
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The first little pig built his house
He built it out of straw
He started on a Monday, finished on a Wednesday
And then he shut the door
He thought it was strong but before very long
Came a rather peckish wolf
CHORUS 1
Little pig, little pig
Little pig won’t you let me come in?
No no, no no
Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin
So he huffed and he puffed and he huffed and he puffed
And he blew that pig’s house in
The second little pig built his house
He built it out of sticks
He started on a Tuesday, finished on a Thursday
Around about half past six
He thought it was strong but before very long
Came a rather peckish wolf
CHORUS 1
The third little pig built his house
He built it out of bricks
He started on a Wednesday, finished on a Friday
He’d heard about the old wolf’s tricks
He knew it was strong but before very long
Came the same old peckish wolf
CHORUS 2
Little pig, little pig
Little pig won’t you let me come in?
No no, no no
Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin
So he huffed and he puffed and he huffed and he puffed
And he huffed and he puffed and he huffed and he puffed
And he huffed and he puffed and he huffed and he puffed
And he huffed and he puffed and he huffed and he puffed
But he couldn’t blow that brick house in
ENDING
But the wolf wasn’t finished yet
He was still determined to get
That last little pig for tea
So he climbed to the top of a tree
Then onto the roof, down the chimney
Right into a pot of boiling hot water
And so the pig – had the wolf for tea instead!