Old Fred Simpson kept a pig -
A goat he also kept.
He trained his pig to dance a jig
But his goat, it only slept.
The pig would follow Fred around
And helped him eat his dinner.
The poor old goat, he made no sound,
But, sadly, got much thinner.
The pig moved in and shared Fred’s bed;
The goat stayed in the yard.
The pig looked good and was well-fed
But the goat thought life was hard.
The pig would share the fire with Fred,
While the goat stayed in the cold.
One day they found the goat was dead
But Piggy lived till old.
And here my story has to end.
Animals! Lend an ear!
Just try to please your human friends -
The moral's all too clear!
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