Mouse-Pig

I have a fat and furry friend

All pink and spotty black.

I grew him from some Camembert-

The smelly little Rat!

He is my very Mouse-Pig

For that’s his very name, 

Sometimes I call him Roger 

Just like his steptwin Shane. 

I like to give him all I can

Though humble poor are we.

I gave him a good character- 

2 slices for his tea. 

I love my little Mouse-Pig 

I love him like a pet. 

Sometimes I take him out for walks 

And sometimes to the vet.

I dare not let him venture far 

For fear he won’t come back. 

Last week he almost wandered off 

Without his packymac. 

‘You’ll catch your death- or even worse!’ 

I warned in worried tone. 

‘There’s things out there what likes to eat 

A Mouse-Pig far from home. 

‘Don’t worry Dad,’ he answered back 

In usual piggy chatter. 

‘If anyone should have a go 

I’ll cover them in batter!’ 

Then all at once, without a sound 

He sang with all his might. 

I’ve never heard a Mouse-Pig 

I said in wondrous sight.

‘That’s nothing Pa,’ he mouthed in tune, 

And leaping to his trotters

Declared as he flew flying off-

I’ll show those dirty rotters!’

‘Farewell my fat and furry friend,’

I bellied to the sky,

And turning one last time he squeaked,

‘I’m off to find my sty.’

And then he flew right out of sight, 

As far as I could see, 

And with a little shedding tear 

I went in for my tea.