The Tale of a Pig's Tail
When I was young living on a farm,
My pig gave me cause for great alarm.
Me pig grew, I fed her in a trough.
She got so fat her tail popped off.
Oh mom oh dad what shall I do,
What form or remedy shall I pursue.
My dad said son I know not what,
Are the options you have got.
So I got me a hammer and a nail,
And I made that pig a wooden tail.
Some tails are lost, some tales are born,
Look not on your plate for this pigs loin.
For Ruben!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
1999 [email protected]
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