Ok I need to stop a mixture of piggies, work and lockdown have driven me insane but one last one can't hurt...
There once was a cavy called spud
Whose hiding sills wern't very good
He ran into his hide
But stuck out his backside
As he wheeked as loud as he could
There once was a piggy called Rosie whose cage liner was lovely and cosy.
She hopped on her bed feeling full and well fed that lovely young piggy called Rosie.
There once was a pile of fluff
And resisting his charm was quite tough
He just wanted a treat
But he was so very sweet
It was hard to say no that's enough
There once was a pile of fur
An experienced hay connoisseur
There was hay round the house
Of his slave and her spouse
But for him it's a mess they endure
When the tray is topped up with fresh hay
And they’ve napped and got up for the day
Their cage is so roomy
Around it they’ll zoomie
These piggies they just want to play
This one is for all those work hard sleep hard piggies out there just like my Gundham...
There once was a popcorning piggie
The food and clean hay made him giddy
He played in his run
Having mighty good fun
Then went for a nap when he's dizzy
There once was a pig with sharp claws
That tappety tapped on the floors
He'd wiggle and squirm
While the humans stayed firm
Then like magic he had comfy paws
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