Piggies in a bucket,
Struggling to break free,
Squirming, grunting wriggling,
Oh dear, oh my, oh me!
Four little piggies,
Not yet fattened up,
Stuck in a bucket,
Running out of luck.
Will you help the piggies?
The poor little things,
Will you help the little darlings,
Will you give them wings?
God help the piggies,
Whose buttocks are quite stuck,
In that damn devils bucket,
Of ill fortune and bad luck.
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