Ode to the Pig: His Tail by Walter R. Brooks
My tail is not impressive
but it’s elegant and neat.
In length it’s not excessive-
I can’t curl it round my feet-
But it’s awfully expressive
and its weight is not excessive,
and I don’t think it’s conceit,
or foolishly possessive
If I state with some agreessive-
ness that that it’s the final master touch
That makes a pig complete.
BTW: Completely unrelated to the poem, Happy Birthday Mother. I’d say how old you are, but I’d prefer to make it through the year with all my limbs still attached.