This little piggy went to Cyprus.
This little piggy went to Beirut.
This little piggy had schwarma.
This little piggy had gas.
The other little piggy worked.
And both little piggies went, "WEE WEE WEEEEEE!" all the forty-minute flight home to Cyprus!*
*yes, there's an extra line to the story. for the first few years of my life, I had an extra appendage, or two, okay, four extra appendages. the little piggy story ended with my parents getting to the sixth and saying, "and this little piggy did whatever the hell it wanted."