Once a pig was born in a sea
Making fishes bring it up to fish be
When the pig was grown and wise
It broke chains to be on land

All the dirt was its to take
All the gutters was its to shake
All the dumpsters were his pool so cool
That its visit to the seas
Poisoned their flawless meals

They would bath
And dip it in spring water
They would bribe it
To just stay in
But nothing could free its mind from dirt
And so the lesson visited their heads
That pigs will always be the pigs they are
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016

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