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.