Pigs Make an Appearance

written 1999

 

Pigs are marching on the lawn
Pigs stare with their eyes to the dawn
Pigs in my attic and pigs through my hall
Pigs wishing they could see the sun through the wall
Pigs dance jigs and pigs wear wigs
Pigs sell stock and horde fancy digs
Pigs, what a crime they don’t believe in time
Pigs, pooling their money to give a dime
Pigs are speaking in lesser-known tongues
Pigs from every social wrung
Pigs regale of glories and games of a bluer day
Pigs make me take notice for every word they say
Yet it is late and I must be off
There’s no more room left at the trough

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