Prom Night in Pig Town

(J. Gorka)
There were flowers from the boy pigs
Who were drinkin' in their barn digs
In suits of powder blue
And ruffled shirts on too
All ordered through the mail
It was prom night in Pig Town
There was hambones in long gowns
With painted cloven hooves
There was no need for shoes
Or the curlers in their tails
Couples had their pictures taken
Under those clothes, the heat was bakin'
They pretended to be cool
'Cause they'd soon be out of school
The night of memories
They ate with noise food by the plates full
But on the dance floor, they were so graceful
They'd glide without a care
Their snouts tucked in the air
It was a sight to see
After desserts they bobbed for apples
All knowing soon they could be scrapple
Another packaged processed food
They bore no attitude
Or grudge against the world
The prom queen was dancing real slow
With her silk purse and her proud beau
Oinking low and soft
They quietly slipped off
With her new string of pearls
They all left in even numbers
Some to find love, some to find slumber;
And some stayed up all night
To greet the morning light
And some went to the shore
And after that the class would scatter
From Delaware to deli platter
All would lose a friend
They were noble to the end
And never asked for more
One little piggy went to market
One little piggy went to Rome
One little piggy ate roast beef
One little piggy had none
One little piggy had none
It was prom night in Pig Town