Tom, Tom, the piper's son

Tom, Tom, the Piper's son, Stole a pig and away did run. The pig was eat and Tom was beat and Tom went howling down the street. I say that rhyme's all wrong because that's really not the way it was. Tom used to come and play his pipes, which quite puffed out his cheeks. No one liked the noise but me, I loved the squawky squeaks. I'd dance for him a piggy dance, or sing a piggy song And sometimes, just to make him laugh, I'd make a piggy pong. The one day I heard the words that any pig must dread. "BACON, HAM and SAUSAGES!" was what the farmer said. Next morning Tom soon understood he mustn't hesitate -- and so we took off on his bike to save me from my fate. Excerpted from Nursery Rhyme Crimes: Tom Tom the Piper's Son All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.