Piggity Wiggity Lyrics

Piggity-Wiggity Jiggity Jigg
Was a long sort of name for a short sort of pig
His dad was a chef at a city café
He made croissants and quiches and soup-of-the-day.

Jig jig-jiggity, jig jig-jiggity,
Piggity-Wiggity, Piggity-Wiggity,
Jig jig-jiggity, jig jig-jiggity,
Piggity-Wiggity-Jiggity Jig.

But at bedtime one night,
Having stories with Dad,
Piggity-Wiggity felt a bit sad
He knew that it couldn’t be terribly wrong
But nobody else had a name that was long.

Piggity-Wiggity-Jiggity Jig
Was a long sort of name
for a short sort of pig.
His dad tucked him up in his comfity bed
“I have a wee story to tell you,” he said.

Jig jig-jiggity, jig jig-jiggity,
Piggity-Wiggity, Piggity-Wiggity,
Jig jig-jiggity, jig jig-jiggity,
Piggity-Wiggity-Jiggity Jig.

We wanted a name
that had rhythm and style
That would perk up your morning and brighten your smile
A name that was dynamite, different and daring
A name that epitomised kindness and caring
A marvellous melody, music to hum
A name that would pound like beat on a drum!

Piggity-Wiggity’s confidence grew
His world became sunshine
because he now knew
That Piggity-Wiggity-Jiggity Jig
Was a smart sort of name
for a cool kind of pig.

Jig jig-jiggity, jig jig-jiggity,
Piggity-Wiggity, Piggity-Wiggity,
Jig jig-jiggity, jig jig-jiggity,
Piggity-Wiggity-Jiggity Jig.
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