Old Fred Simpson kept a pig;
A goat he also kept.
He trained his pig to dance a jig
But his goat, it only slept.
The pig would follow Fred around
And helped him eat his dinner.
The poor old goat, he made no sound,
But, sadly, got much thinner.
The pig moved in and shared Fred’s bed;
The goat stayed in the yard.
The pig looked good and was well-fed
But the goat thought life was hard.
The pig would share the fire with Fred,
While the goat stayed in the cold.
One day they found the goat was dead
But Piggy lived till old.
And here my story has to end.
Animals! Lend an ear!
Just try to please your human friends -
The moral's all too clear!
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I've had about every sort of pet you can think of. No, not a snake or crocodile etc. They've all had a good life but earned this by being friendly towards us. Now I live near to a lake and the wild ducks come to my back door. Most of them only ask for food and leave their 'poo' for me to wash away, but one has learned how to become quite friendly. He has a name: 'Boy' - and he answers to that name. Whilst the others stand outside waiting for me to bring their duck food to them, Boy has discovered that as long as he is 'clean' he can have his food in his little blue dish in my utility room. In other words he has become a 'pet' although he wouldn't let me pick him up, or touch him at all, but other than that he is very friendly and especially to the children who come to visit me. He's trying to please his human friends and so the moral's all too clear to him too. Josie