Then There Was Pig
In a county or shire many miles from here. Over dales, meadows and lawns. There lived a tremendous pig with no fear.
She lived on a farm on sort of hard times. Once very prosperous selling oranges and limes. A little decrepit and run-down it’s true, In fact now with only ONE pig, where once there were two.
She was known to be shy, withdrawn & aloof. Which only got worse when Pig moved up to the roof. An old barn, I believe that it was, With wood shingles and all covered mossy with fuzz.
How a Pig came to live on a peak like a bird is a story quite astronomically absurd. There were mountains and goats and some kind of bean, And I believe a goose and gold of some sheen. But that is a tale that has been lost with the tide, For now, let’s solve this riddle of Why piggy chose her high-hide.
Sun up to sun down and all through the night Pig found perching on that roof a delight. Sometimes she would sing, woeful with sorrow, But, then be very chipper the very next morrow! When happy, there was dance: salsa, belly or jig, Because, well… she was that kind of talented pig.
To the chagrin of squirrels, pigeons and roosters all around Pig’s place on the roof was perfectly sound. Sure-footed doesn't begin to describe our dear little sow. Even though she had grown nearly as big as a cow! Always nimble and quick Even if it rained and the roof became slick.
The old farmer would plead: “Oh please great big pig Won't you come on down? You've made my old farm the talk of the town! The Ginses and Egglers both walk by twice each day, Even though their homes are completely the other way. The Hornblower boys sneak through the fields to snicker and laugh And the Cranston girls all gossip as they float down the canal on their raft.”
But pig wouldn't budge Not for nuts juice Berries Or fudge
It wasn't very long before folks really took notice, And word spread fast from the hills to the coast. “Why, you've got to see this pig outside town! I's up on the dancing and singing around! It is REALLY something you simply must see! I’ve been there once, no twice. This trip will be three.”
Such a conundrum only left the old farmer scratching his head. Pig wouldn’t move no matter what was said. It might have been the air, or the peace and the quite. Or possibly just the effect of her diet.
But if you watched Pig close, she would share just what she knew. When... depended on which way the wind blew. Yes, Pig, like most pigs, was smart as a whip. This was all just a ploy, a tactic to avoid a trip. From the peak of that barn, do you know what Pig could see? Why, right over the hill, it was the Bacon factory!