A collection of old English and American nursery rhymes presents pigs of all kinds in all kinds of activities--going to market, dancing jigs, being stolen, rocking cradles, and wearing wigs
As I looked out on Saturday last, A fat little pig went hurrying past, Over his shoulder he wore a shawl, Although it didn't seem cold at all. I waved at him, but he didn't see, For he never so much as looked at me. Once again, when the moon was high, I saw the little pig hurrying by; Back he came at a terrible pace, The moonlight shone on his little pink face, And he smiled with a smile that was quite content, But I never knew where that little pig went.