First there were fowls, now there are porkers

Spreading flu all over the world

And it’s such a shame that all of the blame

Lies on creatures whose tails are quite curled.

When we sit down to breakfast of bacon and eggs

Do we see in our mind’s eye those four little legs

Of piggies who eat with snouts in the trough;

Are they all sneezing, do they all cough?

In truth do we think that they are such rotters

Simply because they’re not washing their trotters?

The media is having a wonderful time

With comments, cartoons in the press.

We’re being submerged in the hype

From every direction, and I hazard a guess

That really, just most of it’s tripe.

If you’ve been near a pigsty

And taken just even a whiff,

The only truth that emerges right now,

Is that all of us will be boared stiff.