A new twist on an old tale

Cried poor Mother Pig
‘Now my children are so big
It is time to send them out
To learn what life is all about.’
Before she sent them, Christmas morning
She gave them all a solemn warning
‘Always remind yourselves that you can
Never, ever trust a man.’
Alas, this wisdom came to naught
As one by one the pigs were caught.
The first was a goner, certain sure
As soon as he asked a man for straw.
The second quickly got into a fix
Hitching a ride on a wagon of sticks.
Lastly the third one met his end
Thinking a bricklayer was his friend.
The first was ham, the second bacon
Oh, how those piggies were mistaken.
But the piggy who had trusted most
Quickly became his pal’s Sunday roast.
Now what is this the piggy said
And he scratched his little head.
‘Made of brick & with a dome,
that will make this pig a home!’
But he’d made a big mistake
For they put him on to bake.