If I were pig

If I were a pig,

I'd roll in the mud

since I'm so dirty

no one wants to be my bud

If I were a pig,

I'd be covered in grime

I'd eat the food in the trough

that you people call slime

If I were a pig,

I'd be so fat

All jolly and big

I'd ressemble Garfield the cat!

The End

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