Oink
Roll in the mud, thrice wielding the ice pick.
La La La down the lane escaping the elusive carving knife. No chop, no gammon, no other porkly tale, round is good and round is ham and a pig I am.
Is that very great and interesting? I am unsure as I go to lie down to begin my sleep of snout snore in a bed of baked bap.
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