A pig has a snout for a nose,
But it’s something that he never blows.
He snuffles the ground
Rather like a bloodhound,
And he’s clever, as everyone knows.
It’s true they don’t study the stars,
So don’t know their Sun from their Mars.
With their eyes on the ground,
Their thoughts are profound
Thinking all human beings’ bizarre.
See the piggies who dance in a ring.
What a noise as they shimmy and sing.
They frolic and jig:
What a life for a pig! -
As they kick up their trotters and swing!
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