Flipper the pig was an odd sort of swine, He never drank spirits except for French wine, He listened to Bach, And easy-listening rock, While, he complained of pig culture decline.
I like going to restaurants and dining alone, That sets up the evening for a positive tone, I spend half the money, I think my jokes are all funny, And don't waste time the next day on the phone.
On my poor little trailer it snowed and it snowed, Until the roof caved in and the walls outward bowed, Of course, the lights went out, Rescue was really in doubt, So, like a garden weed I knew I was hoed.