This Little Piggy

This Little Piggy

This little piggy went to market, This little piggy stayed home, This little piggy had roast beef, This little piggy had none, And this little piggy cried "Wee wee wee" all the way home! But wait! This little piggy who cried all the way home, Wasn't sad about the roast beef, he had a dream of his own. He had a secret talent, a passion to ignite, A love for music, a drummer with all his might! He dreamt of stages, bright and grand, Of drumsticks clicking in a rhythmic band. While other piggies munched on treats so sweet, This little piggy practiced with his tiny trotters, tap-tap, tap on his feet. He practiced on buckets, on fences so tall, His drumming echoed 'til the cows mooed "Oink!" in the stall. He practiced on pumpkins, with a steady beat, Turning them orange into a musical feat. One sunny day, a farmer passing by, Heard the drumming rhythm, reaching for the sky. He peeked through the fence, a smile on his face, This little piggy's talent, a musical embrace! The farmer helped him build a set of drums just his size, Tiny cymbals and sticks, a drummer's paradise. This little piggy practiced with renewed glee, His music a joy for all the farm to see! So next time you hear a playful beat, Remember the piggy, with his tiny drumming feet. For even the smallest can have a dream to chase, And fill the world with music, with a smile on their face.