Five lit-tle fingers
And five lit-tle pigs,
Of each I've a story to tell;
Look at their faces
And fun-ny curl-ed tails,
And hear what each one be-fell.
Ring-tail, that stead-y
And good lit-tle pig,
To mark-et set off at a trot;
And brought him his bas-ket
Quite full of nice things,
Con-tent-ed and pleas-ed with his lot.
Young Smil-er, the next,
Was a stay at home pig,
Lik-ed his pipe, and to sit at his ease;
He fell fast a-sleep,
Burned his nose with his pipe,
And a-woke with a ve-ry loud sneeze.
Num-ber three was young Long-snout
Who ate up the beef.
He was both greed-y and fat;
He made him-self ill
By eat-ing too much,
And then he was sor-ry for that.
And poor lit-tle Grun-ter--
You know he had none--
A pig-gy so hun-gry and sad!
He si-lent-ly wiped
The salt tears from his eyes,
I think it was real-ly too bad.
Young Squeak-er cried, "Wee, wee, wee,"
All the way home,
A pig-gy so fret-ful was he;
He got a good whip-ping,
Was sent off to bed,
And de-served it, I think you must see.
Oh, these five lit-tle pigs,
How they've made child-ren laugh
In ages and ages now past!
And they'll be quite as fun-ny,
In years yet to come,
While small toes and small fing-ers last.