it's the pig race in the farmyard all six roosters have their mounts never mind foul friendship It's winning that really counts whoooooo whoooooo porkies on the start line sows are on the heat with dainty little trotters they will wobble down the street whoooooo whoooooo roosters check their mounts spurs are sharp and primed all the sows are grunting those big fat filthy swine whoooooo whoooooo starting gate is opened those fatty's really fly cockerels hanging tight crowing to the sky feathers flying hogs unbound trotters rake the ground whoooooo whoooooo oh, dear oh dear oh dear all the while the farmer watches butters thick sliced bread those birds and little piggy's soon to be very very dead whoooooo whoooooo for when the foul have run their race no matter if they beg for me its bacon sausage and lovely hot fried egg for no matter how fast, they run they'll not out pace my huge shot gun whoooooo whoooooo whoooooo whoooooo
