by Mike Watts
to the tune of "Johny Comes Marching Home"
PigHaven, a lovely village fair. Hurrah, Hurrah
!A wondrous breeding pig lived there. Hurrah, Hurrah!
Flambeau with power in his seed
had fathered more than half his breed.
That was until the day he came flying home.
One day some strangers hap pened by. Hurrah, Hurrah!
Six from the college not far neigh. Hurrah, Hurrah!
And a seventh with a long dark hood
It was clear that they would bring no good.
Were they involved when the pig came flaming home?
In the inn, a quarrel was be gun. Hurrah, Hurrah!
By a stranger and a local son. Hurrah, Hurrah!
It nearly came to blows right there.
When they took it out into the air.
A fight seemed sure the night Flambeau came flying home.
The two went out into the night Hurrah, Hurrah!
With fists to prove that each was right. Hurrah, Hurrah!
When the stranger turned and with a knife
Nearly ended young Ham’s life
The blood did flow the night Flambeau came flaming home.
As the Villain raised his dagger high Hurrah, Hurrah!
Young Ham it seemed was sure to die. Hurrah, Hurrah!
When Lance with a pitchfork came,
And let the air from the villain’s frame.
Evil fled the night Flambeau came flying home!
The town was shaken and quite numb! Hurrah, Hurrah!
The worst by far was yet to come. Hurrah, Hurrah!
A flaming pig from the heavens came
A barbecue of the village fame
Burning pig did fly the night.
The night Flambeau came flaming home.
