A pig has a snout for a nose,
But it’s something that he never blows.
His sense of smell is renowned
As he snuffles the ground
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 all try to sing.
They dance and they jig.
What a life for a pig! -
As they kick up their trotters and swing!
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