4 Pigs

My pigs (I have four), Never found it a chore
When they went running wild across the park
They're all worth a mint, except the one with the squint
Who always gets lost in the dark

Basil thought himself best, Easily better than the rest
He thought he was the top of the shops
Better then Ron, better than Phil, than Henry yet better still
So we turned the flash Basil into pork chops

So the little pigs, now down to 3, sweeter pigs you'll never see
As they ran, played and ate their little fill
One thing they weren't was thinner, as we sat for Christmas dinner
And made a feast of fat little Phil

So the 2 piglets became pigs, full of runs and farts and jigs
And I thought they could not get any better
But one day by the lake, I thought Ron made a mistake
In thinking fat piggie Henry was called Henrietta

But the mistake appeared to be mine, which was dandy and fine
Now my days are filled with feeding and giggles
Ron feeds alone and Henrietta sits on her own
Surrounded by eight, squealing fit little piggles