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Ten Piggies, Ten Tools
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This little piggy was smashed with a hammer,
And this little piggy was cut right in two.
The third little piggy was sawed square off,
And I accidentally cut off the fourth piggy too...
The fifth little piggy, the fattest on this side,
I rubbed and rubbed till there was nothing but a stub
And my hand full of brick red sand paper.
This little piggy was cracked with a wrench,
And this little piggy cut with the pliers.
The eighth little piggy was stabbed with a screwdriver,
While the ninth little piggy killed a drill gun.
And the last little piggy, the fattest of the ten, rolled on
Barbed wire till he was nothing but a mass of
Punctured piggy flesh.



