Gather 'round boys and girls
for I've a story to tell,
of brats and boars from little girls
from a child not unlike yourselves.
She started small, like all babes do,
and grew to be the girl,
with locks so blond and face so cute,
that strangers payed their due.
As she grew she rarely learned,
how to cook or clean.
She instead took the job
of keeping heard and seen.
she'd dance and twirl for mummy's laughs
in dresses pink and gold.
While sister cleaned and brother worked.
Doing what they're told.
But little did Miss Suzy know
her life would be a curse.
Squishing her nose like a pig's,
and putting her mother in a hearse.
When she grew, she flew the coop,
leaving her mother at bay,
and the woman began to whittle,
each and every day.
Her siblings stayed as long they could,
but soon vanished out of fright,
for as Miss Suzy grew and grew,
her body became a blight.
Her face turned chubby and eyes got small,
her nose was piggy and pink,
And every time this woman spoke,
an oink came from her speech.
Soon the children, she had when young,
grew to fear this boar.
and flew the coop, rather early
Much like her years before.
Now our piggy sue, is left a house alone.
Her mother passed, her family dashed
even husband crazed with her oinks,
ran from his house and home.
The moral of my story dears,
is not to twirl and dance,
or wear the pretty dresses,
and the strangers impress.
All I ask of you youthful souls,
is to beware my fortune told.
Learn some manners, do some chores.
or piggy justice may occur.
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