A Funny Think Happened On The Way To The Park

A funny thing happened on the way to the park,

I’ll tell you, just listen to this:

As we walked past the pond and the nest full of larks

Was a sight that one just could not miss.

Pigs, there were, four of them, all pink and brown,

Would you believe it? I didn’t at first.

Just nibbling grass and mooching around

By the trees, and rolling in dirt.

Now, I know what you're thinking, I know you attest:

"With this sight, whatever is wrong?"

And right you would be if we lived near some fields but

In London town, pigs! They just do not belong.

I would not have believed that these creatures were swine

If not for the informative sign:

“Do not feed the pigs” said the sign of the swine

And so swine they most certainly were, I resigned.

“Breathtaking beasts,” I said to the baby

Sitting nearby in a pram.

Baby had no response - enraptured, I guess -

So I turned my head back to the pigs and their mam.

“Yoo-hoo!” I proffered to this curly-tailed gang,

“Oi, look over here, look at me!”

But the gang didn’t care for my friendly advances

They only cared for their grub, do you see.

Pigs after my own heart, I thought to myself,

Wise beasts are these pink things, I think.

Now let's get the hell out of here, sharpish, let’s run.

They may be smart but, good Christ, do they stink.