We do that song to point out to kids that in the colonial period folks didn't make mountains of garbage like we do today (at least we do in America). They couldn't afford to make a lot of garbage. So, when the sow took the measles and died, it's owner recycled it. In our version, the last verse says, "What do you think I made of her feet? The very best pickles that you ever did eat." This usually grosses out the kids and us as well. We're especially grossed out now that Malcom Douglas has pointed out that this disease in pigs renders the meat unusable.

Bev and Jerry