There once were three little pigs,
Whose favorite thing to do was dig.
And where did they go to have their fun.
To Grandma's garden, under lots of sun.
The boy whose job is was to keep them in the pen,
Found himself chasing them again and again.
A young man came by one bright and sunny day,
He had a magic call to make the pigs obey.
He cupped his hands and pursed his lips,
He made a sound and the pigs come to grips.
It was like a whistle and a word all in one,
Sou-ee, Sou-ee put those pigs on the run.
The boy tried and tried to make the sound,
Try as he may: it just resembled a hound
He was not going to give up no matter what,
Even if he had to practice in a hut.
He finally succeeded and to his amazement.
The little pigs followed him wherever he went.
Grandma didn't worry about the Garden anymore.
For the boy had fully completed the chore.
© Carol G Oliver
If you ever lived on a farm
you know those pigs have a mind of their own
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