Tasty good, this feed, when poached;
I dine on finest pig that’s poached;
Me, theft-coached.
Fines have not occurred when I steal swine.

Taking ’way the swine, I’ve broached
Perimeters, and I’ve encroached,
Me, theft-coached.
Fines? Hey, I’m inured, and I steal swine.

Swine so fat. . .cute queues in little curls. . .
Eat so fast, I swell up and then hurl.

I have tasty dining flings—no roach
Will on my china things encroach,
Or dead roach!
Eat this luscious meat that I steal-dine.

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Tasty good, this feed unroached;
I dine on finest pig twice poached,
Me, theft-coached.
Dine with no demur, ’cause I steal swine.

I poach fast, brash thieve-my-vittles churl,
Eat, grow fat; I swell up and then hurl.

I have tasty dining flings with coach
Who teaches finer thing of poach-
ing. . .fence broach.
He instructed me, and I steal swine;
He deducts his fee at dine[ro]-steal time.

Yummmmm!!!!!!!!