Was ever a pig
contented as this,
to roll in the mud
and know the bliss
of cooling off
in the muck
and grime,
having the grubbiest
mussiest
time?
and then, when he's cool,
to slowly rise
and dry himself off
in the summer skies,
and sniff for his supper
and slop up his feed-
What eles
dose a happy
piggy
need?
-Myra Cohn Livingston