Eye On The Sty

I spent some time, one other day, out in the
fields, the rural way
Stayed with farmer, did farmer work, fed
the Pigs, I did not shirk
The Boars and Sows became my friend, but
Pigs they grunt, there is no end
Invite me, they did, at suppertime, into
the trough, the dipper mine
To be like Pig, put feet right in, into the
trough and grunt again
They grunt right back, try understand, learn
their language, give helping hand
Now and then one Boar did snort, with
louder grunt I cut him short
The louder grunt did the trick, King I
became of sloppy mix
The Piglets, too, did give me a look, and
to their feed and grain betook
They sometimes put up quite a squeal
But Pigs is Pigs, this how I feel
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