Sometimes it's a struggle just to stay above water, too many pigs around trying to hold us down.

Each and everyday trying to fly,
I don't want all the sky.
I'm willing to share,
it's plenty of sky there.
God's world is big,
plenty of space for man and pig.

But the pigs try to keep us down,
it's a struggle to stay up and around.
Get too feeling right,
in comes a flying pig wanting to fight.
You try to reach out in love,
pig still wants to shove.

The pigs with two legs,
carrying a dozen of chicken eggs.
Not to fry,
but to throw in your eye.
You dodge one, two, three or four,
pigs want quit till they see you sore.

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