Sir Walter of the Puddle.
I met a pig called walter
he was a pig to me
but then
he was to others
a bacon wann-a-be
he wasn't om-n-ivourous
he didn't chew the cud
he ate vegies
like the rest-of-us
and still put on the 'lud'.
he was a two-tone trotter
in patches blacknwhite
the dogs
thought him a rotter
but we loved him alright
So walter roams the paddock
and lives
his days in bliss
and always
eats his vegies
and adores
his owners kiss.
Meaning
Last night we went to a friends farm.
She had a shed-raising/room-partitioning/workshop opening party.
A great time had by all.
We had the great pleasure of meeting Walter- The family pig.
