and ugly just to boot.
May call them by some other names,
But one of them ain’t “cute.”
A red flap lays upon their snout,
One fact you just can’t miss.
When courting time is in the air,
How do they ever kiss?
They strut around – their tails all puffed,
Like they’re the chosen few.
But they would sing a different tune,
If they only knew.
They’re on this earth for just one role,
This really is their fate.
To sit among the massive food,
Right there upon my plate.