The Great Escape: The Ballad of the Tamworth Pigs
We asked our house poet Martin Newell to muse on the subject
Two Tamworth pigs en route one day
From piggery to table
Both saw the hand of chance held out
And grabbed while they were able
Chorus:
"O not for us the butcher's knife
And not for us the stun-gun
For by the time the week is out
They'll know of us in London"
Out of the trailer, through a gap
To run where it might lead them
Since rasher moves are what succeed
Along the road to freedom
Now Tamworth pigs are ginger pigs
Resourceful, quick and gritty
And make up in athletics
What they miss in being pretty
For having gained some distance
From the slaughterhouse's thugs
They swam the River Avon
Like a chinese team on drugs
They foraged in some woodland
In a Malmesbury environ
Their trademark Tamworth trotter prints
Proclaimed these Pigs of Iron
And they became the heroes
Of a sentimental nation
As the Cassidy and Sundance
Of a porcine situation.
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