A more cheerful, but also biographical, pig poem:
Home again, home again, jiggety-jig,
but where, oh where, is my naughty pig?
Has she gone to Narelle’s, or down in the creek?
Where should I look, where should I seek?
Is she at James’s, eating dog food?
Oh, why is she always so terribly rude?
Apple in hand, I yell “piggy-nums!”
and grunting out of her pen she comes.
What a relief, my darling’s still here!
It just isn’t home, without piggy near.
Then my phone bingly-bings, there’s texts for me!
…that tell me she’s been and she’s done all three.
Well, at least she’s not left to visit Trent’s hog,
Home again, home again, joggety-jog.