did not live in a sty.
He performed a gig, that crazy old pig.
He used a feather duster and the crowd formed a cluster.
He danced and sang, and pranced, how lame!
But the crowd screamed and our good pig gleamed...
He was so proud , and sang so loud
that the diamond popped out, for he was quite stout!
-By Miles Criscuolo (over 15 years ago)