Precious Piggies

By Francesca Houghton

If Guinea Pigs were jewels, they’d be of the rare and precious kind,
The sort of gems of various hues, not very often mined.
If Guinea Pigs were flowers, of course they would be blooms,
Of Orchids bright in colour, to brighten up the gloom.
If they controlled the weather, only sunny days there’d be,
For them to run and frolic and share with you and me.
If Guinea Pigs were little stars they’d sparkle bright and clear,
To let you know,no matter what that they are always near.
Our Guinea Pigs are all these things, but more important still,
They’re little bundles stuffed with love, for us to have our fill.

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