A mean old woman bought a pig
cause pork she liked to eat.
She planned to fatten up the hog
and named the poor pig “Pete”.
Now Pete was not a stupid beast —
he knew what she had planned,
and starring on a menu was
just more than he could stand!
Pete’s pen was right beside her house;
its drainpipe stretched right down,
and each night Pete would dream about
pork baked a golden brown.
Since Christmas Eve was coming soon,
a great escape Pete planned.
He’d climb the drainpipe to the roof
where Santa then would land.
Finally, Christmas Eve arrived;
Pete shimmied to his fate.
He hid behind the chimney praying
Santa wouldn’t be late.
At last, the poor pig heard the sound
of sleigh bells in the sky.
He spotted Rudoph’s shining nose
and watched the reindeer fly.
They landed right beside the pig
who grunted with delight
and greeted Santa with a hug,
then told him of his plight.
Soon Pete clung on to Dancer’s back
and flew through clouds so murky.
All the while, he thanked the stars
that he was not a turkey.