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So naked when she came to us,
She now is clothed, can take the bus.

A pig whose starry eyes do stare
Upon the world and find it fair.

A pig whose hero is Thoreau,
Whose pen is Walled-in - PUN? Oh NO!.

So check your pockets, find that cash,
Then raise your hands, c'mon, be brash!

And think how loud we now can boast,
That BLT is great on toast,

And Pig's the one you want the most!

(with apologies to Joyce Kilmer and serious poets everywhere)