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Sometimes I think it would be cool To be a pig, they have no school. And I am thrilled when I envision A life without this dumb division. Their world is limited, you see, Pigs never study geography. In spelling I would be a whiz, When oink's the only word there is. When it rains I wouldn't go in. It would roll right off my tough pig skin. I could laze around in a dirty place And never have to wash my face. But I know that I will stay a child, For the stuff they eat is pretty wild. I could handle all that mud and dirt, But I can't eat slop for my dessert.
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