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I was yarning about the good ol' days With my kids one day at dinner And I told them of the neighbor gal And her friend. A piglet wiener. This gal was about your age, I told my eight year old Her daddy brought it in a box. "This one's yours," Renee was told. "You take and feed him really good and try to make him fat on mash and things like melon rinds and scraps and stuff like that." Renee was past excited About her new darlin' pet! She fed it and tried to teach it tricks. But that made piggy fret. She named the grunt Petunia He grew to be a hog. For months she perched the pig pen fence. Why, she gave away her dog! And in the fall her porky pet Went to the county fair. She showed it on a pink rope With a bow tied in it's hair. It got a prize and ribbon For it's body type or style. Renee felt like the winner With her big wide toothless smile. But days later she was a tearing up And snifflin' like little girls do As she sat not eating dinner. Her dad said, "What's wrong with you! Are you going to eat or going to sniffle? Don't let this whole thing ruin ya." So she coughed once, then swallered hard And said, "Please pass petunia."