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Lurking in the chestnut
grove
Under shadowed skies
The clever pig thieves sally forth
With bloodied breath advise:
Catch the porker by the
snout
Where the two big blow holes pout,
Remember porky-pigs are fleet
On dimpled tumbling feet,
Or take them unaware
By tweaking certain hairs;
Let their vanity be tickled,
Wave the witty knife,
Blind the pig with flattery
Then slice, slice, slice
Carving messages in ham
Among the streaming bowel,
And bake a roly-poly pig
With ripened fruits and fowl;
Sing rum dum the rucky duck
And give a gleeful cry,
For life is done to taste if one
Has supped on porky pie.
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