Delicacy Delight
Delicacy Delight was the most deliberately dainty diligent pig
She was fresh as a grass sprout, and could do a bit of a jig
The other pigs in Iowa were used to her, so they ignored her tutu.
But I was the new goat in the pen, so I watched her. Now wouldn’t you?
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