No probs Morty....

The Noble Pig Roasting

It was early one morning, as I was a walking,
I overheard a noble pig roasting,
Between 2 gentlemen and a bloke in Wellingtons
It was early just as the bar was opening.

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There was Hampshire, Berkshire, Old Spot he was there O
Tamworth he never cooked behind him
There was Saddleback, Large Black, Oxford Black and Sandy
These were the pigs we ate at Wareham.

Now the first pig being young and his trials just beginning
He made straight way for the Beer Tent
The pig he did run in and we followed after him
Thinking to drink his beer for ever.

Now the next pig being old and his days nearly over
He made straight way for the cream teas
The jam he first put on and after that the cream
Cholesterol destroyed his life forever.

Alan drove across the plain, with a pig came back again
His cooks and his singers never fail him
For ever and a day, Old Alan he would say
Sing on me brave boys all together.

Written after a few bottles of excellent wine, champagne, Port and Brandy by Cllr, Champagne Carol, Cats and Jon Heslop. 2007