Amanda had a little pig,
as pink as an eraser,
and when Amanda went to school,
he leaped a fence to chase her.
The teacher didn’t send him home
(for he could not be lifted).
Besides, the pig was friendly and
unusually gifted.
He learned to oink the alphabet,
he mastered long division,
he finger-painted chickens
with remarkable precision.
He memorized the science book,
he learned all fifty states,
he volunteered to help with lunch
by licking dirty plates.
His tuba solo left the band
agog with admiration,
and everybody loved his
origami demonstration.
He wee-wee-wee’d the whole way home,
hip-hopping through the grass,
already looking forward to his
second day of class.