Little pig, who made thee?
Little pig, who made thee?
So pink, so round, so breakfasty.
Little pig, who made thee?
Did the great lord who is so able
To maketh you, Knowth that
Your ass would be on my table
Thus the lamb that walks,
The chicken that squawks,
The cow upon the land,
Are revealed to be God's dinner plan
as would have been in Billy Blake's Songs of Hunger and Dinner except I just wrote it
A PomPuss ProDuckShun
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