I’m just a lowly, humble rug, Prostrate upon the floor, And people walk all over me, But that’s what rugs are for. I’m taken out, sometimes, it’s true, And beaten with a stick. I don’t think I deserve it, But it’s just because I’m thick. My owners call the doctor out, He …
My husband bought Fred for my birthday; a Vietnamese pot-bellied pig. He assured me the pigman had told him, That it wouldn’t grow up to be big. Well, either the pigman was lying Or I fed it on something too rich, For it grew to the size of a bison, And walking a bison’s …
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