< pigpen mon amour >

[Lizzie]

Don't let him fool ya,
that pig is cheatin.'
He left his missus
and isn't sleepin.'
Looks so delicious,
but he's unsavory.
Son won't call him papa,
cause he's too shady.

Deep in the forest,
that pig is creepin.'
Sniffin' 'round the maples,
he's always peepin.'
He's got some hookers
hid in a duffel,
buried in the same spot
he keeps his truffles.

Moon's caught his scent now,
and piggy's runnin.'
It's gonna light him up good,
his night is comin.'
So, dream of springtime,
each little sapling:
tonight is full moon,
and bacon's sizzlin.'