Priscilla Pig and the Sow
Priscilla pig pranced and peened proudly in the pooh.
Enjoying small flecks of mud on her hooves tis true.
Don’t stop now! Roll in it! Yelled the old sow named Sue.
She looked at her like she was headed to the factory glue.
Old Sue did not care; she had mud, corn and a sky of blue.
Priscilla wondered, if Sue continued to speak what could she do?
She gave the old one a look as if she were snot under her shoe.
Frankly, they never agreed on anything, these barnyard two.
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