Sometimes I go around and warble
I warble for myself
And for my little pig
And the pig becomes so happy
So it jumps when I warble
Thus with my own little tune
Sometimes I go around whistling
I whistle to myself
And for my little pig
And the pig becomes so happy
So it grunts when I
Thus with my own little tune
Sometimes I go around and babble
I babble for myself
And for my little pig
And the pig becomes so happy
So it leaps when I babble
like that in my own small way
Sometimes I go around and drum
I drum for myself
And for my little pig
And the pig becomes so happy
So it dances when I drum
Thus with my own little tune
Sometimes I go around and sulk
And become silent and angry
In every way
And then the pig becomes moody
so it oozes and it says
in its farrowish way
Then I warble and I whistle
And I babble and I drum
And cheer up my pig
For it becomes so happy
When it hears the sound like that of
Many funny little tunes