The other night, beer I drank while eating.
Creamed beef is not a food that charms.
I spoke aloud, "Here, I would like bacon."
So I thunk of my runt slow-fried

You are my shunned swine,
My lonely shunned swine.
I'll make you hammy
One of these days.
Well you'll go with beer;
I'll munch brunch of you.
I will sate on shunned swine one day.

I've always loved food, bacon and ham feeds;
I don't care for the taste of game.
I love to eat meat that's butter-smothered.
I'll go get that pig I've tamed.

You are my runt swine,
My roasty runt swine.
I'll make you hammy
One of these days.
I'll never roast deer;
I'll munch brunch of you.
I will sate on runt swine one day.

My runt knows no fear; it really loves me.
And so I'm feelin' kinda mean.
Soon I've have cleft you and filled with stuffin'.
You'll be knackered. . .knackwurst and greens.

You are my yum! swine,
My roasted yum! swine.
I made you hammy;
My knife filleted.
I'll never roast deer;
I munch brunch of you.
I now sate on yum! swine this day.

My dream is so clear: you scheme then cleave me.
When I awake I'm feeling drained.
I sweat so much, I've dampened my jammies,
So I'll have a beer--'lectrolytes regained.

You were my lunch swine,
My roasted brunch swine.
You'll make me happy
Many a way,
Because you'll be here
As leftovers; you
On my plate, my yum! swine, each day.