There were pigs downstairs and
In the next room and the
Whole garage was fulla
Them too and it was
Pigs in the morning,
Night and at lunch.
They seemed to like pigs
A whole damn bunch.
They stank like pigs and
Thought it was cool and
Their clothes bore pigs
And their hats and shoes.
Were made from pig hair,
And you don’t wanna ask to see their
Oinker underwear…
It just ain’t fair
How much they care
About piggies.
Thank you, friend.
Barry out.
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