Won't you come along with us.
Leave your slaves behind you.
Get on a plane or take the bus
without that human who will make a fuzz.

We'll be popcorning wildly,
(that's to put it mildly)
even before we reach that place
where we can meet each other face to face.

Oh, piggie meet
that's the treat
where pig elite
strives to wheet
and chomp away
on our hay.
The boars will do the motorboatin'
that the ladies will be noting.
Salad greens
food of dreams.
Sleeping close together we'll be
all content,
our piggie contingent.

By Ludde