Judy Cook, Folksinger
Tails and Trotters
As Sung By Judy Cook
TAILS AND TROTTERS - Judy Goodenough
Little piggy hollered in the middle of the night,
"Tell me now Mama, I wanna get it right
What'll I be when I get big?"
"Hush," said his mama, "You're gonna be a pig."
That's how it is when you get older
You?re bacon, butt, and picnic shoulder.
All my sons and all my daughters
Are hocks and hams and tails and trotters.
"Oh no," said the piggy, "That's mighty hard.
There's more to me than loin and lard.
I can walk and talk. I'm young and strong."
"Hush," said his mama, "Not for long."
"Oh no," said the piggy, and he started to howl,
"There's more to me than cheek and jowl.
I?m pink and purty. I can sing and dance."
"Hush," said his mama, "You'll never get a chance."
"Oh no," said the piggy, "I'll show you all!"
He went over the fence, and under the wall.
He ran, and he ran, till the moon went down.
He ran, and he ran, till he came to a town.
With a kink in his tail and a wink of his eye,
He put on a coat and he put on a tie.
He parted his hair, bought a diamond ring,
And nobody noticed anything.
"Oh see," said the piggy, "Now I'm one of you."
And everyone said, "How true. How true."
He pays his money and he lives in style.
Sometimes he sings with half a smile.
He's a big boar now; he's executive pork.
And he eats his vittles with a knife and a fork.
He often thinks of the lonesome tune
His mama sang by the light of the moon.