Hog buffet, salivate,
hog buffet, satiate.

If we had a hog buffet,
went to dine and satiate,
the gorging would be rife;
we would eat lots of rice.

Pâté spread on bread,
ducks stuffed to hepatic inflation,
with tons of corn fed
in enforced gustation.
We’d happily dine
without a down-the-throat pipe, oh yeah!
Soufflés sucked up sans pressure,
eating without measure—
a feeding hog buffet.

If we had a hog buffet,
with teeth tines we’d masticate;
the gorging would be rife—
lots of rice in a trice.

We’ll serve curry by the pound,
drink ale till we’re in a hoppy daze,
scarfing carving down—
teeth tines will masticate.
Let us dine
and guzzle wine.
We are butterball brethren
have some breaded hen.
We’ll feed on hog buffet.

We’re having the hog buffet;
we are dining reprobates.
the gorging is now rife. . .
downed a dozen alewife.

Hog buffet, satiate;
hog buffet, way inflate.

Hog buffet satiation:
naught’s better than unfettered gustation.