There was a young pig whose delight
Was to follow the moths in their flight.
    He entrapped them in nets,
    Then admired his pets
As they danced on the ceiling at night.
                                -Anon.

There once was a piglet named Bob
Who spent all of his days on a log.
    He sat there all day
    While his friends went to play
'Til one day he was lost in the fog.
                                -Allison Tremblay

There was a young pig who, in bed,
Nightly slumbered with eggs on his head.
    When the sun at its rise
    Made him open his eyes
He enjoyed them for breakfast in bed.
                                -Anon.

There was a young pig from Racine
Whose botanical interests were keen.
    He planted a sock
    In a bright window box,
Where it blossomed and sprouted a bean.
                                -Anon.

There was a poor pig on the street,
In the dustbin found tidbits to eat,
Though his hot garbage stew,
Smelled exactly like glue,
He declared that its taste was a treat.
                                -Anon.
Thanks to Holly Hale for supplying this pigerick.

There was a small squeal-pig from France,
Who loved to dance and dance,
But finally one day,
He laid in the hay,
And a pitchfork poked him in the pants
Never again did thiat poor pig dance!
                                -Travis Finch
Thanks to Travis Finch for supplying this pigerick.