Once on a farm called Witz End,
Lived three little pigs, always ready to bend.
Simone, Petal, and Poppy, oh what a crew,
Causing mischief, it’s what they loved to do!
Simone was clever, with a sneaky little grin,
She’d tiptoe to the coop, and that’s where she’d begin.
Eggs in her trotter, she’d waddle away,
Leaving the chickens to squawk and to sway.
Petal was precious, but cried like a storm,
“If I can’t have that treat, it’s just not the norm!”
With tears like a river, she’d stomp on the ground,
While the others just giggled, her antics profound.
Poppy, the digger, would snuffle and snort,
Turning the grass into her own little fort.
With mud on her snout and a twinkle in eye,
She’d dig and she’d dig, oh, my, oh my!
Together they’d plot their great escape,
From the feed shed’s treasures, they’d never reshape.
They’d sneak past the gate, with a squeal and a cheer,
But the farm lady knew, and she’d soon be near.
“Witz End Farm, oh, I’m at my wit’s end!”
She’d shout with a sigh, as they’d run ‘round the bend.
With nuts in their bellies and mischief in mind,
These three little pigs were one of a kind!
In the end, they learned, with a giggle and snort,
That being a good pig is the best kind of sport.
So they settled down, with a wink and a grin,
And promised the lady, “We won’t cause chaos again!”
And though they still schemed, in their hearts they would know,
That Witz End Farm was the best place to grow.
For with laughter and fun, and a bit of a mess,
Life with three pigs is simply the best!