My Dog, Pig
My Dog, Pig,
was a British Bull
A heavy but steady
scary looking fool
She would stand like a statue
Perfectly hilarious
And balance on things we thought precarious
She faced every day with vigour,
This rumbling tumbling Hog
If there be a stream she could snarfle out
You’d find her amongst the bog
Every call was heeded
By a wide and ludicrous stance,
Oh my sweet little Pig, I'd kill for another chance
She also listened, she knew me well, better than any being
A dog like Pig only comes around once,
The believing is in the seeing
Not an hour goes by I don't ache
And pine for my dog, Pig
Sent by the Gods with a brain a tad small,
But a heart just too big
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