Northwest Hazelnut-Finished Pork
Little piggy hollered in the middle of the night, tell me now mama, I wanna get it right. What'll I be when I get big? Push on his mama, you're gonna be a pig. That's how it is when you get older, you're baking butt and picnic shoulder. All my songs and all my daughters are hocks and hands and tails and trotters. Oh no, sir the piggy, that's a mighty heart, there's more to me than loin and lard. Walk, I can talk, I'm young and strong. Push on his mama, not for long. That's how it is when you get older, you're baking butt and picnic shoulder. All my songs and all my daughters are hocks and hands and tails and trotters. Oh no, sir the piggy, that's a mighty heart, there's more to me than cheek and jowl. I'm pink and pretty, I sing and dance. Push on his mama, you'll never get a chance. That's how it is when you get older, you're baking butt and picnic shoulder. All my songs and all my daughters are hocks and hands and tails and trotters. Oh no, sir the piggy, I'll show you all, he went under the fence and over the wall. He ran and he ran till the moon went down. He ran and he ran till he came town. That's how it is when you get older, you're baking butt and picnic shoulder. All my songs and all my daughters are hocks and hands and tails and trotters. Where the cake and the tail and the winking is high, he put on a hat and he put on a tie. He parted his hair and bought a diamond ring, nobody noticed anything. That's how it is when you get older, you're baking butt and picnic shoulder. All my songs and all my daughters are hocks and hands and tails and trotters. Oh I see, sir the piggy, I'm one of you and everyone said how true, how true. He paid his money and he lived in style, sometimes he sang without a smile. That's how it is when you get older, you're baking butt and picnic shoulder. All my songs and all my daughters are hocks and hands and tails and trotters. He's a big poor now, he's executive poor and he eats his vitals with a knife and fork. He often thinks of a lonesome tune, his mama sang by the light of the moon. That's how it is when you get older, you're baking butt and picnic shoulder. All my songs and all my daughters are hocks and hands and tails and trotters. All my songs and all my daughters are hocks and hands and tails and trotters.
