I heard a pig a squallin’ personals to vent.. He had the snout.. petulant pout a pig who always went..
To the home of wondertown.. in his piggy dreams.. he cartooned all around the land.. shout his bloody screams..
Claimed to be the president of some dictator land.. I said.. ‘I am American.. and with my home I stand’..
He snarled as if he knew himself and not too much surprise.. he pounded oily naught.. his delusion muddy eyes..
I scoffed at the pig of pigs who steals from those he knows.. the words of Rights drawn long ago is where I hang my clothes..
Protect your rights each day and night each moment as a prayer.. freedom is our private light.. no dictator unfair..