How very strange if pigs could fly!
The price of bacon would go sky-high.
     You’d have to leap to catch a chop,
     Not buy one from a butcher’s shop.

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Pigs don't have wings.  How can they fly?
How could big pigs get in the sky?
      We human beings used our brains
      And we invented aeroplanes.

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Pigs would fly in piggy-jets
With piggy-passports, don't forget!
     They’d sit in seats and order drinks.
     How very odd, I’m sure you’ll think.

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If pigs could jet off to the sun,
They'd do as we and have some fun.
     They'd find a beach and there they’d swim
     And then rub sun cream on their skin.

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For breakfast they'd eat eggs and toast.
What drink do you think pigs like most?
     Yes, what a world, if pigs could fly! -
     And with that thought I’ll say goodbye.

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