The pig

Yo, I’m a little pig
I like to dig
I'm very big so, I wear a wig

On the way back from a gig…
I stepped on a piece of wood no, a twig
It cracked like a fire cracker, I had no doubt that he would come out
Then to fulfill it like an untold destiny, he came out

Farmer Fig!!!
He was big but old
But he listened as I told
“I went to a gig”
Ok, said famer Fig

The greys of his temples where grey and told of days of old
Like the time he picked up the foal that is now old Hig