If Guinea Pigs were jewels, they's 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, days of sunshine there would 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, so we can get our fill!

This poem is attached to every big Cabbage patch Pig

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This poem was wriiten by Francesca Houghton. Read about her piggys on the Houghton Piggys page you can also read a story she wrote about her piggy Dobbin.