Party Line Piggy
Party Line Piggy listened to his neighbors all day.
He was quiet, so he could listen, but he had nothing to say.
Get off the line! The hens would cluck. Hang up. Go away!
But this is how Party Line Piggy entertained himself every day.
What are you listening for? What are they trying to say?
Queried his cousin, a loudmouth named Anna Hog May.
I am not even listening he lied, wishing she would go away.
He did not need her buttinsky self being in his listening way.
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