Christmas Pork
I'd broken down beside the highway; my poor old car's just died,
and when I lifted up the bonnet you know I could have cried.
It’s a busted water hose, and of course I don't have a spare,
so I’m stuck here with my bonnet up and no houses anywhere.
What do I do! do I leave my car; hitch-hike to get the part,
or wait for someone to come along and let that be the start.
My decision was made up for me; a bloke pulled up behind,
and introduced himself as Eric, before - "What did you find?"
"Busted hose" Eric chuckled. "You better hop in the car with me;
I'll have one somewhere in my shed; come on we'll go and see".
He drove off the highway down a track that took us to Eric's door,
I never got a word in … Eric talked and talked then talked some more.
I thought I'd discovered 'Noah's Ark' when he pulled up the car.
Animals of all descriptions ran to us from near and far;
cattle, sheep, horses; some geese; chooks and a dog sat up to beg;
two donkeys with some goats and a pig which had a wooden leg.
Every animal is tame and everyone has got a name,
and every one expects a pat; then I needed Eric to explain.
"What happened to your little pig that has got a wooden leg?"
"Poor old Doris, We-e-ll, she's lucky", then, this is what Eric said.
“For Christmas I'd just killed the chooks; took 'em inside to the wife”.
She said “What about the leg of pork?” then she handed me the knife.
Doris ran to me with trusting eyes; right then I knew somehow,
as I placed the knife against her throat - I couldn’t kill this sow".
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