“To a Pig”
I’ve watched you now a full 50 seconds
Nibbling on that piece of corn
Snout like a boat in your grub.
Then what joy awaits you when you see a soggy
donut on a pancake.
This farm is mine, my father’s pigs,
My uncle’s silos, my mother’s barns.
Come often to me, fear no pork,
here lodge as in doughnut heaven.
We’ll talk of pancakes that took as long
to eat as twenty of them do now.
by Everett, 4th grade
