Silent night, sleeping tight.
Piggie slave, smiling bright,
Sees the piggie asleep in the cage
And decides to sneak away.
Leaving the piggie in peace,
Sleeping in piggie peace.

Morning comes late. Piggies awake
Wheeking loud for their hay.
Falling silent as breakfast arrives.
You can tell they have food on their minds,
Eating in piggie peace,
Eating in piggie peace.

Popcorn time comes, jump and run.
Slave will end all that fun.
Lap time comes at the end of the day.
Pigs, contented, will cease to play,
Cuddling up close to their keepers
Cuddling in piggie peace.

By Lina.