Herbert Nehrlich - Porker

Out on the farm there lived a pig
he'd spend the day to root and dig.
A firecracker from the sky
came down on him on 4 July.
It burned the hair between his ears
the pig shed many many tears.
The farmer who was soft of heart
was clever, kind and pretty smart.
Today the pig can root and dig,
again, because he wears a wig.

Herbert Nehrlich

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