In a pigsty here I lie
looking up at the sweet blue sky.
Mud is heaven too for me
I wallow freely, happily.
I eat the scraps, and I enjoy
being hand-fed by the farmer’s boy.
When the sun goes down at night
I sleep the sleep of the just and right.
What a lucky pig am I
safe and cosy in my sty!
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