When Pigs Fly

Little pig, little pig,

What are they saying we can’t do today?

You are solid; iron will.

If they make me wobble,
I’ll hold onto you
For stability.

Little pig, little pig,

Where and how high
shall we fly

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Karen J. McLean

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