Pig-Baby bespeaks your debut
Wee head in pig hood all askew
Each morning, a plea
Stop looking at me!"
Now he can start looking at you
Pig-Baby bespeaks your debut
Wee head in pig hood all askew
Both frightening and dumb
Wants you for his Mum
So he can look down upon you
Pig-Baby bespeaks ballyhoo
Wee head in pig hood all askew
I'll build my damn wall
To hell with the all
I'd rather take care of the few
Pig-Baby bespeaks not a clue
Wee head in pig hood all askew
It's the past that he blames
For the Now that he frames
As a yearning for myths to be true
Pig-Baby bespeaks barbecue
Wee head in pig hood all askew
Wee head recommends
Pulled pork and burnt ends
And bacon-wrapped sausage times two
Pig-Baby bespeaks peekaboo
Wee head in pig hood all askew
He may seem comatose
But he's watching you close
So he can report back on you
Pig-Baby bespeaks deja vu
Wee head in pig hood all askew
His little pig eyes
His truths that are lies
You find you don't know what you knew
Pig-Baby bespeaks Pikachu
Wee head in pig hood all askew
Reality blurred
A fiction absurd
That's sustained by me and by you
Pig-Baby bespeaks black and blue
Wee head in pig hood all askew
Bacon-sausage-pig fat
I get bruises from that
Blood thinners will bring that on you
Pig-Baby bespeaks Waterloo
Wee head in pig hood all askew
To go back to again
Is to be where you've been
According to your deja vu
PIg-Baby Happiness
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