Pigs In Wigs
Petunia was a pink pig
Most pigs are pink
I think
This pig spied a curly wig
Floating in the sink
I thought it was an animal
One that was dead
That lay drowning in the water
Not a wig for a sows head
Sows are female pigs, I think
As far as I remember
Lady pigs don't wear hats
Maybe in cold December
December can be very cold
In some foreign places
People wearing different clothes
To warm, hands, feet and faces
Never in my short life
Have I heard of any pig
I think
To own a curly wig
Wait! I have been thinking
How can this possibly be
I saw my Daddy wink at Mummy
And she smiled at me
If pigs don't wear curly wigs
they can't drop them in the sink
Daddy fooled me once again
I have been hoodwinked
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