‘Twas in the nineteen fifties when a farmer bought a pig,
But he couldn't fit it in his car for Piggy was too big.
So he took him to the station where he put him on the train,
But, once inside the guard’s van, well, the pig escaped again.
He dashed along the corridors. How everybody yelled!
Then Piggy did his business and my goodness, how it smelled!
The refreshment trolley met him and caused him much distress,
And a good expresso coffee was tipped down someone’s dress.
Piggy dashed into the toilet and he startled an old man
So he quickly darted out again, as fast as piggies can.
Well, chaos reigned supremely - but whatever could they do?
Some people started screaming and then someone had a clue.
“I think we’ll move poor Piggy far away from screaming crowds.
Pigs like to travel comfortably and they’re also very proud.”
So they put him into First Class - somewhere a bit refined -
And here he settled comfortably with his worries left behind.
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