February 26, 2013

National Pig Day (March 1) Children’s Stories, Poems, Etc.



For children (of all ages) I surfed the Internet and found the following sites with stories, poems, and finger plays that provide National Pig Day entertainment.

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What do you get when you cross a parrot with a pig?
A bird who hogs the conversation.

What do you give a sick pig?

What kind of pigs know karate?
(Pork chops!)    More

What do you get when you cross a pig with a centipede?
Bacon and legs    More

What do you call a laundromat for pigs?
– The Hogwash!

Why doesn’t anyone want to play on Peg Pig’s football team?
– Because she hogs the ball!

What do you get when you cross a pig with a cactus?
– A PorkerPine.

How did the little pig win at Monopoly?
He built hotels on Pork Place.  More

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Pete’s pa pete poked to the pea patch to pick a peck of peas for the poor pink pig in the pine hole pig-pen.

The skunk sat on a stump; the skunk thump the stump stunk, but the stump thump the skunk stunk.

Gertie’s great-grandma grew aghast at Gertie’s grammar.

A flea and a fly flew up in a flue.
Said the flea, “Let us fly!”
Said the fly, “Let us flee!”
So they flew through a flaw in the flue.


THE TAIL OF A PIG Original Author Unknown Sung to: “The Wheels on a Bus”

The tail of a pig curls round and round,
Round and round, round and round.
The tail of a pig curls round and round
All through the mud.

The mouth of a pig goes oink, oink, oink,
Oink, oink, oink, oink, oink, oink. The mouth of a pig goes oink, oink, oink,
All day long.

The snout of a pig goes root, root, root,
Root, root, root, root, root, root.
The snout of a pig goes root, root, root,
All day long.

The hooves of a pig go run, run, run,
Run, run, run, run, run, run.
The hooves of a pig go run, run, run,
All day long.

The ears of a pig go twitch, twitch, twitch, twitch,
Twitch, twitch, twitch, twitch, twitch, twitch.
The ears of a pig go twitch, twitch, twitch,
All day long.



I had a pig and my pig pleased me,
I fed my pig from the green berry tree,
And my little pig went, “Oink, oink, oink!”
And my little cat went, “Meow, meow, meow!”
And my little hen went, “Cluck, cluck, cluck!”
And my little rooster went “Cock-a-doodle-doo-

More verses




There was once a boy who would never get dressed when his parents told him to, nor would he put on what they wanted him to after his bath. He preferred to dress in a much stranger manner, but above all, he liked to take his time. His parents were always in a rush, and wanted him to be a lot quicker, but the boy didn’t like this, and he would slow down even more.

One day, his parents were in their usual hurry, and they got so angry when he refused to dress, that they told him that he would have to go out naked. The boy didn’t mind this in the least. So out they went.
While the boy was standing naked outside his house, waiting for his parents to bring the car, along came the local pig farmer. The pig farmer was hard of hearing and had poor eyesight. Not only that, but he’d also forgotten to put his glasses on that day. When he saw the little boy’s pink skin, he thought it was one of his pigs. And, with a bit of shouting, prodding, and pushing, the farmer managed to get the boy safely back to a pigsty.

The boy protested the whole way there, but as the farmer was almost deaf, his complaints continue

Margo Fallis

Deep in the middle of the gooiest, brownest, slimiest pit of mud there ever was, sat Cedric, the pig. Oh how he loved the mud. He was the happiest when he had mud thickly coated over his hide. When the other pigs came by and wanted to lie in the mud, they had to push Cedric out of the way to make space for themselves. He loved the mud so much that he would lie in it all day long, stretched out and comfortable.
None of the other pigs had ever seen Cedric out of the mud pit. They often wondered when he ate and drank. Little did they know that he always went out at night, when all the other pigs were sleeping, so that none of them would try to take his place in the mud while he was gone. He made sure that he ate and drank enough to last until the following night.

One day it rained for hours. It wouldn’t stop. The mud pit turned into a big puddle. It didn’t feel soft and gooey to Cedric; it felt like runny muck. Seeing that all the pigs were inside the pen and that he wouldn’t lose his place in the mud, he went for a walk. It kept on raining and each drop of rain washed a little bit of the mud off of him. After a while there wasn’t one drop of mud left on Cedric. He was a clean pig. He continued to walk for another hour or two. When it finally stopped raining, he headed back to the mud pit. By the time he got there, the other pigs were coming out of the pen. They were all staring at him. He grunted and oinked but they kept on staring and whispering continue


Once upon a time, tucked away from the comings and goings of the world, contently and stoically still, lived the pigs of Pigwell Farm.

On this farm, the pigs lived in small stalls. They had never felt the grains of any other soil than that beneath their feet. Their food was brought to them by an automated tube system. Their water provided the same way. Their view was such that they could not see outside their stalls, nor could they see each other. They could only see the sky.

To further the progress of their ignorance, their priest Porkus Aurillius extolled upon the wisdom of the “prophet” Zeno, who explained that to travel anywhere one must first travel half of the distance.

Porkus Aurillius would speak to his congregation every day, rallying his message,”Motion is impossible, because an object in motion must reach the half-way point before it gets to the end. By the edict of the divine Zeno, let us be still. Let us find ourselves content to be in our proper place. Let us neither try to finish or try to start. There is a thing called a stone in my stall, it is sturdy, it is strong, it is unmovable. This stone is a gift from Zeno to give us our exemplar of what to be. Let us be solid. Let us stand still and proud. We could never get anywhere according to the wisdom of Zeno. We wouldonly be infinitely halfway to anywhere. Getting somewhere is an illusion, it is an idle dream. So snort we all.”

“So snort we all”, the congregation repeated in unison, and they snorted loudly and proudly.

But there was one little pig who did not much like this way of thinking, he found it infinately boring rather than infinitely immobilizing, and refused to snort. He wanted to see what was beyond the stalls. He thought life was too important to be taken with so serious a demeanor.

He had somehow an inner sense of joy and excitement, from where he did not know. His imagination tickled him and caused him to laugh, but he always kept his laugh close to his own ears. One day he just couldn’t keep it to himself, he came to realize that happiness was born a quintuplet, it is not something that’s meant to be alone. So he started laughing loud enough so that other pigs could hear. He noticed he got laughs from the pigs next to his stall when he laughed with his hee hee hees.

Seeing that he was entertaining his closest neighbors he started saying things like, hey hey hey, hee hee hee, loud enough for all to hear. It was very endearing to his peers. So much so that Porkus Aurilius saw that it was distracting his sermons.

“Stop silly pig,” said Porkus, “You’re distracting everyone from what is really important.”

Silly Pig said, “I just wanted to make everyone laugh. Don’t mind me, I’ll just go back to eating while you all go back to doing what is important. I just thought laughing could be important too.”

Porkus Aurillius,”Yes, laughing will be important when one of us can fly.”

The thought of being a flying pig continue


I had a little pig,
And I fed it in a trough,
He got so big and fat,
That his tail popped off.
So, I got me a hammer,
And I got me a nail,
And I made that pig,
A wooden tail.


Ten little pigs rolled in the mud,
Squishy, squashy, felt so good.
The farmer took one pig out.
Oink, Oink, Oink, the pig did shout.
(Count with 9,8,7, and so forth…then)
No little pigs rolled   More


This little piggy went to market,
This little piggy stayed at home,
This little piggy ate roast beef,
This little piggy had none.
And this little piggy went…
“Wee wee wee wee wee”
All the way home…

Here’s a variation from The National Nursery Book:

This little pig went to market;
This little pig stayed at home;
This pig had a piece of bread-and-butter;
This little pig had none;
This little pig said, “Wee, wee, wee!
I can’t find my way home.

Here’s a version from A History of Nursery Rhymes by Percy B. Green (1899):

This little pig went to market,
This one stayed at home,
This one had a sugar-stick,
This one had none, More


To all words beginning a vowal (a-e-i-o-u, add the syllable ‘way’ to the end of the word. ‘Eat’ becomes eatway and ‘over’ becomes ‘overway’.
For words that begin with a consonant, move the first letter of the word and add it to the end–add ‘ay’ after the consonent.
Man = Anmay
Cat = Atcay
Ice Cream= Iceway reamcay

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