Baby Pigs

I was walking

Down the road

And I saw

Seven baby pigs

Well-escaped

And were running

Out on the dusty road

Running

They didn't know where they were going

Or what they were doing

But they had escaped

And they were running (scampering)

And they were cute

And full of life (scampering)

Baby pigs

You can imagine now, seven baby pigs

How cute they can be scampering down on the road (scampering)

If you've never seen seven baby pigs, escaping

Your life has fallen short