Priscilla the Pig
Pricilla the pig is proper and prim,Dressed in pink bonnet with flowery brim,
Partial to pumpkin pie, sipping her tea,
From purple porcelain cups by the sea.
Pricillia the pig likes primroses too,
Her garden painted with pansies of blue.
Petunias poppies and posies galore,
Adorn the path that approaches her door.
Pricilla the pig would not be a prude.
Perpetually pleasant, patient not rude,
Polite to a flaw, she's never obtuse,
And she pours a perfect pineapple juice.
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