Sow Prong—although I know it’s wrong.
Sow--long have I been going wrong.

So I’ve yen for some porcine diversion;
I admit, it’s of them that I dream.
I intend then to make an excursion
To the pen, where I’ll bend with the team
Of fine swine; in with them I’ll be blending;
I will not be mending my ways.
Penitent I should be and amending. . .
What I do in vegas*—there it stays.

Sow Prong—they all tell me it’s wrong.
Sow Prong—they all yell, “Cease! It’s wrong!”

Well I’ve yen for some porcine perversion;
I admit, some would say it ain’t seem-
ly to perform that for which aversion
They have got—that’s to rut with a team
Of kine?! Swine!! It’s not fine to be spending
So much time behind them this way.
I ain’t no use for ewes; it’s the pen thing
That is hammin’ to me every day.

Ham sow—wrong it is to go and prong,
How wrong it is to go and prong.
Sow prong--
How long has this been going on?
Cow prong? For this, no growing schlong.
Cow prong I nix for stowing schlong.
Sow prong.
Cowled prong--nix bris, got Goyem dong.


*meadows