Murphy's Pig - poem
Posted: Thu Jan 11, 2007 7:26 am
Murphy's Pig
Now Paddy and Murphy were two Irish men
Who went to the market one day
They had a look round and saw pigs in a pen
For two they decided to pay
Well, on the way home with the pigs in the ute
Paddy turned to young Murph with a start
"When we get them back home, although they look cute
How will we tell them apart?"
Quick as a flash Murph stopped on the road
And jumped in the back with the swine
He bit off one's ear and his face it just glowed
"At least I will know that one's mine!"
Paddy leapt in the back and did the same thing
And the other poor pig gave a squeal
Then Murph bit its tail and it let out a wail
This treatment just did not appeal!
Paddy said "Come on Son," he spoke from the heart
"Perhaps it will make it all right
Until we can see how to tell them apart
The black pig is yours, mine's the white!"
Now Paddy and Murphy were two Irish men
Who went to the market one day
They had a look round and saw pigs in a pen
For two they decided to pay
Well, on the way home with the pigs in the ute
Paddy turned to young Murph with a start
"When we get them back home, although they look cute
How will we tell them apart?"
Quick as a flash Murph stopped on the road
And jumped in the back with the swine
He bit off one's ear and his face it just glowed
"At least I will know that one's mine!"
Paddy leapt in the back and did the same thing
And the other poor pig gave a squeal
Then Murph bit its tail and it let out a wail
This treatment just did not appeal!
Paddy said "Come on Son," he spoke from the heart
"Perhaps it will make it all right
Until we can see how to tell them apart
The black pig is yours, mine's the white!"
: good one Wiz 
