| «Oh, how delicious!» |
| the Pig Boy squealed
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| As another rush of pure pain came over him
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| Then Pig Boy declared
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| «This is what Pig Boy truly lives for
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| Pig Boy shall wallow
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| And sing in the mud and the blood
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| If only Pig Boy’s eyes could be eaten by ants
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| If only Pig Boy could postpone joy forever
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| If only Pig Boy could become Bacon Boy
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| Pig Boy is tired of the struggle.»
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| Just then Farm Boy came
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| And chopped off Pig Boy’s head
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| As Farm Boy ate the bacon
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| He began to feel queasy
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| «Say, Ma,» said Farm Boy
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| «Are you sure this pork was prepared properly?»
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| «Why, of course I’m sure, Junior,» Ma quickly replied
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| «Why would I want to poison my only child?»
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| Just then Farm Man burst through the door
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| Followed by the baby Jesus
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| «I think you’re evading the issue again, Martha»
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| The big burly man shouted accusingly
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| «And I think it’s about time someone taught you a lesson or two»
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| «You tell 'em, Dad,» said Farm Boy
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| Who by this time was rolling on the floor in agony
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| Farm Man stomped the boy into the ground
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| Walked over to the stove and turned on the gas
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| He would have lit a cigarette
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| But he didn’t have any
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| He had never smoked in his life
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| And this was no time to start
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| He stared coldly into Martha’s understanding eyes
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| Farm Man began to weep
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| And he asked Martha if she wanted to go to a movie
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| They went to see Sallow
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| They loved it so much
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| That they sat through it twice
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| Completely forgetting the baby Jesus
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| Who was accidentally locked in the broom closet
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| And slowly suffocated |