See the puddle,
See the muddy little puddle.
See the piggy in the middle
Of the muddy little puddle.
She her dawdle, she her diddle
In the muddy, muddy middle.
See her waddle, plump and little,
In the very merry middle.
See her daddy,
Fuddy-duddy, fuddy-duddy, fuddy-duddy.
“Don’t toi get all muddy,
Muddy, muddy, muddy, muddy.
toi are much too plump and little
To be in the muddy middle.
Mud is squishy, mud is squashy,
Mud is oh so squishy-squashy.
What toi need is lots of soap.”
But the piggy answered,
“Squishy-squashy, squishy-squashy—NOPE!”
See her mommy,
Fiddle-faddle, fiddle-faddle, fiddle-faddle.
“Get out of there—skedaddle,
Daddle, daddle, daddle, daddle.
toi are much too plump and little
To be in the muddy middle.
Mud is mooshy, mud is squooshy,
Mud is oh so mooshy-squooshy.
What toi need is lots of soap.”
But the piggy answered,
“Mooshy-squooshy, mooshy-squooshy—NOPE!”
See her brother,
Silly billy, Silly billy, Silly billy.
“Do not waddle willy-nilly,
Willy-nilly, willy-nilly.
toi are much too plump and little
To be in the muddy middle.
Mud is oofy, mud is poofy,
Mud is oh so oofy-poofy.
What toi need is lots of soap.”
But the piggy answered,
“Oofy-poofy, oofy-poofy—NOPE!”
Now they all stood in a huddle,
Right beside the muddy puddle.
And they looked into the puddle—
What a muddy, muddy, muddle!
There was piggy, plump and little,
In the very merry middle.
She was waddling, she was paddling,
She was diving way down derry.
She was wiggling, she was giggling.
She was very, very merry.
a dit the mother, “Little piggy, toi have made me very mad.”
a dit the father, “Little piggy, toi have made me very sad.”
“Little piggy,” a dit the brother, “You are very, very bad.”
a dit the piggy, “Squishy-squashy, mooshy-squooshy, very bad.”
“Dear, oh dear,” a dit piggy’s mother.
“What’s a mother pig to do?”
She thought and thought and thought and thought—
And then, of course, she knew.
She said, “I bet my feet get wet.”
And—jumped—in—too!
See two piggies in the puddle,
In the muddy little puddle.
See the piggy and her mommy
In the muddy little puddle.
“Me oh my,” a dit piggy’s father.
“What’s a mother pig to do?”
He thought and thought and thought and thought—
And then, of course, he knew.
He said, “I bet my tail gets wet.”
And—jumped—in—too!
See three piggies in the puddle,
In the muddy little puddle.
See mommy, daddy, piggy
In the muddy little puddle.
“Boo-hoo-hoo,” cried piggy’s brother.
“Whatever shall I do?”
He thought, but not for very long,
Because, of course, he knew.
He held his nose and yelled, “Here goes!”
And—jumped—in—too!
See four piggies in the puddle,
In the muddy little puddle.
See the piggies in the middle
Of the muddy little puddle.
She them diddle, big and little
In the very merry middle.
a dit the daddy, “Mud is squishy,
Mud is oh so squishy-squashy.”
a dit the mommy, “Mud is mooshy,
Mud is oh so mooshy-squooshy.”
a dit the brother, “Mud is oofy,
Mud is oh so oofy-poofy.”
a dit the piggy,
“Squishy-squashy, mooshy-squooshy, oofy-poofy.
Indeed,” a dit little piggy,
“I think we need some soap.”
But the other piggies answered,
“Oofy-poofy—NOPE!”
So they all colombe way down derry,
And were very, very merry.
