you’re on to something good, you pig
piggly wiggly pig
sneakin’ down the aisle
you think I don’t see your sneaky smile
ha! you’re a ridiculous mound of matter
with that mouth of yours
you made me feel demure
but I’m never that unsure
unless you knew me way back when
you are my oldest friend
since way back when we lived in Houston
under the bridge where scarlet skies
sang lullabies of long ago ways
hazy days and mudpies
eye to eye, hip to hip…baby’s swingin’
on her mamma’s hip
sucking on her thumb
seeing only shapes with eyes
babytalk in sing-song rhyme
I can’t wait for the bugles to blow!
Looking forward to your big, big show!