The tale of the scared little pigs (Poem)

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Once upon a time
There were three little pigs
The eldest of brothers was the picker of figs

The second in line was the heir to the throne
The herder of sheep and the bearer of gold

The third little piggy was swarthy in kind…
He shed dark that cast all way to the light

As the three little piggies aimed for the throne
The First little piggy said ‘What figs do you own?’

The second little piggy said ‘Ask the sheep’
The third little piggy said…
‘Don’t shit where you eat’

And as the three little pigs brawled and quarreled
The rats ate their trough full of horror

 

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