The pigs are always hungry, but they want to eat only dried, fancy figs,
Santa tried to feed the pigs, dried plums,
The plums destabilized the pig tums,
It is just so hard to get descent help, to pull those magic, sleigh bell rigs.
My teacher, the incredible, Mr. Bells,
Teaches hypnosis, conjuring and spells,
He turned me into a pheasant,
That was not very pleasant,
I laid chocolate eggs, filled with red jells.