Pearls Before Swine

So many pearls before the swine He didn’t know which to pick So fell asleep and dreamed to fly Straight up to some Alpean peak There he took selfies, drank high tea And then he flew back home Down to the native piggery Where one day he was born His dream was suddenly cut short No pearls around he saw He yawned and in surprise he snored Chewed pensively a straw He thought “if I were not a swine A butterfly I’d like to be On multicoloured wings I’d fly This time towards the sea.”