The pig doesn't know he's just pork,
until he ends up on the end of the fork.
By then it's too late,
he's either in heaven or hells gate,
while his ham is served on a plate.
While he was walking around,
he never figured he'd be
sold by the pound.

The pig saw the farmer,
not figuring he was a potential harmer,
feasted on his slop,
he ate almost non-stop.
Never in his eyes sight,
did he know he was being
fatten just right.

Even on up until the kill,
the pig thought life was a thrill.
That same hand that fed him everyday,
was the one that took him away.
The pig was used for
either food or pay.
Had nothing but oink, oink too say,
up until his dying day.

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