2 boar burg
1 Rump salad
Here’s the case of the twin pigs’ ballad
Born one day, snouts asunder,
blinking eyes look with so much wonder
at the world around.
Beauty in sight and touch and sound.
He’s my pal, he’s my brother,
nuzzled into my doting mother
We like to play all day long,
what from here could ever go wrong
Games all day, hugs all night,
then do it all again at sunlight
We’re not girls but as we grow,
they call us cheeky sow and sows
The farmer’s near with his pointing stick,
which one of us is he going to pick
He cocks it back and pulls the trigger,
it’s so much fun, I can’t help but snigger
What a noise! What a sound!
brother’s so excited, he’s on the ground
Get up now, my what a laugh,
And whose run us a deep red bath?
The farmer makes the noise again,
now all I hear are the cries of men
But the colours now are much more arid
As I hear them say,
‘we’ll have 2 boar burgers and 1 rump salad’
