(A porcine or rodent version of William Blake's The Tyger)

Pyggy Pyggy

Pyggy, pyggy, glowing bright
On the spitfire grill tonight
With puckered snout and curly tail
Delicious with a pint of ale

Bacon, ham and pork chops, too
There's enough for all of you
Sausage, stew, four knuckles and
The best darn trotters in the land

Crispy fat doth pop and fry
Gather round to sniff and sigh
For crackling we shall have galore
Just one bite, you'll ask for more

Cholesterol? We do not care
Of heart attacks we are aware
But pork just tastes so good to eat
We can't resist such tasty meat

A splash of gravy on the plate
'taters, veg, it's not too late
So bring your bread and bring your bun
'cause this ol' pyggy's just on done

Pyggy, wiggy, roasting right
On the spitfire grill tonight
Add some sprouts and curly kale
Delicious with a pint of ale

The Mowse

Mowsy, mowsy, full of louse
Running round a poor man's house
Stealing bits of bread and cheese
Without so much as thanks or please

In what holes do you abide?
In what warrens run and hide?
What tiny feet you do possess
Oh, most unwelcome little guest

Your coat of grey looks soft to touch
Do you clean and groom it much?
Beady eyes that shine out red
'tween rounded ears astride your head

And what nose, what whiskers fine
A-tremble on that face of thine
Your sniffing senses all aware
A cat might be a-lurking there

Mowsy, mowse, still with louse
Still running round a poor man's house
Still stealing bits of bread and cheese
Without so much as thanks or please!