Little Pink Piggy
Just A little pink piggy plush with squeaker inside
but for two little doggies she's quite a prize
She doesn't really squeak anymore
more like a whispering squeal the dogs adore
For when they bite down on her middle
she softly squeals like playing a fiddle
If Kublai has her in his grasp with joy
Genghis hovers over waiting to steal the toy
Dozens of dozens of little toys litter the floor
but the little pink piggy is their prize of war
They snatch her from each other all day
stealing the little pink piggy is how they play
At night if Genghis sleeps with her under his paw
in the morning Kublai has her locked in his jaw
All the other animals from elephant to mouse
sit lonely through out the house
So I bought another little plush piggy color red
the dogs both ignore him it was still pinky instead
I squeaked little red piggy he was really loud
with dogs jumping for him wanting him now
Little Pink Piggy rest from all their play
Little Red Piggy is the new toy of the day
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