MY MOST HUMBLE ABODE
If I were a pig, I'd wallow in mud,
Yeah, you humans wouldn't come near the crud.
Then I'd wash myself off and lay in the sun,
Until the day was almost done.
As you hold your nose at the smell you abhore,
I'd squeal with delight, as you slop the old boar.
I know very well that you think I stink,
Don't be offended, want to know what I think?
I can lay down at night with no worries or cares,
And get up the next morning and smell the fresh air.
So, if life's daily cares become too much of a load,
I'll make room for you in my most humble abode.
sis 05/30/2008
Yeah, you humans wouldn't come near the crud.
Then I'd wash myself off and lay in the sun,
Until the day was almost done.
As you hold your nose at the smell you abhore,
I'd squeal with delight, as you slop the old boar.
I know very well that you think I stink,
Don't be offended, want to know what I think?
I can lay down at night with no worries or cares,
And get up the next morning and smell the fresh air.
So, if life's daily cares become too much of a load,
I'll make room for you in my most humble abode.
sis 05/30/2008
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