(A porcine or rodent version of William Blake's The Tyger)
Pyggy Pyggy
Pyggy, pyggy, glowing bright On the spitfire grill tonight With puckered snout and curly tail Delicious with a pint of ale Bacon, ham and pork chops, too There's enough for all of you Sausage, stew, four knuckles and The best darn trotters in the land Crispy fat doth pop and fry Gather round to sniff and sigh For crackling we shall have galore Just one bite, you'll ask for more Cholesterol? We do not care Of heart attacks we are aware But pork just tastes so good to eat We can't resist such tasty meat A splash of gravy on the plate 'taters, veg, it's not too late So bring your bread and bring your bun 'cause this ol' pyggy's just on done Pyggy, wiggy, roasting right On the spitfire grill tonight Add some sprouts and curly kale Delicious with a pint of ale |
The Mowse
Mowsy, mowsy, full of louse Running round a poor man's house Stealing bits of bread and cheese Without so much as thanks or please In what holes do you abide? In what warrens run and hide? What tiny feet you do possess Oh, most unwelcome little guest Your coat of grey looks soft to touch Do you clean and groom it much? Beady eyes that shine out red 'tween rounded ears astride your head And what nose, what whiskers fine A-tremble on that face of thine Your sniffing senses all aware A cat might be a-lurking there Mowsy, mowse, still with louse Still running round a poor man's house Still stealing bits of bread and cheese Without so much as thanks or please! |