Oh what a joy

Watching life passing by and

Being a pig



What could compare

To a home in a sty and

Being a pig



Days are sunny and rosy

Things are comfy and cozy

With all the piggies around

What greater joy could be found



Wallow awhile

In the mud that's my style

And being a pig



Slurping that slop

Hey to me that's the top

And being a pig



And when Mama is able

She sets a fine table

We gather around for a treat

And wow do we eat!



And when the night has come creeping

In the barn we go sleeping

Who would know that pleasure gets this big!

Being a pig

Being a pig

Being a pig



Goodnight