Animals Farmyard Sym-phoney

The pigs and some piglets trot out at regular intervals

having just left their dirty muddy pool coolly refreshed

their  long hooters ahead of them twitching blaring warm air

then disgracefully and predictably the honking starts with aplomb

Each one of these pigs has its own particular honk

though to you, me et a listening ear it sounds the same

but honks come with stylised messages and its own tone

and inform us about the mischief brewed in the muddy trough

Honk honk one honks while another starts on a tangent

seemingly saying hear this one and produces a foghorn honk

a little piglet skips up offering a little honk then honks it out

some more and one can see a cheeky smirk on little piggy's face

A sow produces a belter honk with bad attitude as sows do

splattering mud in its wake and everywhere showing passion

that's the way to do it she added expertly before honking again

some boars trundled in honking loudly in abandoned unison

Hear now the symphony of honking conducted by a leading gilt

totally in her element her hooter held up her trotters in a mud pile

the sows and gilt with their big mouths open and shut relentlessly

and the boars added fitting choruses with gusto again in unison

Now The myriad of honking sounded quite like the Fool's Overture

apologies to Supertramp but methinks the pigs were in the know

a passing visitor to the farm ask the farmer what's the palaver about

'Oh just take no notice of them, he says, they are all mad raving swines'