I remember many dear old love songs 

Rhapsodies and symphonies galore 

But a melody my mother sang to me still haunts me 

How I always will adore 



This little piggy went to market 

This little piggy stayed home 

This little piggy had roast beef 

This little piggy had none 



How I recall my dear old Mother 

Putting me to bed 

She tucked me in and said 

To her cute little sleepy head 



This little piggy was a bad little piggy 

Who cried all the way home 

Years have passed 

But it's still my favourite poem 



I dream and pray someday I'll say 

To a cute little baby of my own 

This little piggy went to market 

And this little piggy stayed home