I'm a grand old pig,
I'm a fine-frying pig,
Sizzling ever in grease that you crave!
I'm the emblem of
The cult I love,
The one that supplies me my grave!
Every hog lies dead
'Neath the blue, white, and red,
Where the lackeys are porcine and big.
Should auld self-int'rest be forgot,
Keep your eye on the dying pig!
Addendum: Enjoy our patriotic post from the Fourth of July, 2007!