Of Thee I Sing, Oh Hog

Pig Song

Give praise, I say to our old friend,
The gluttonous country hog,
Who’s served us far more faithfully,
Than man’s best friend the dog.

For while indeed old piggy may,
Wallow the muck and mire,
No barnyard flesh tastes quite so good,
Slow cooked o’er hickory fire.

The list of all his many parts,
Of which we’ve come to favor,
Could fill a cookbook page on page,
Each portion more to savor.

Consider spare ribs, hams, and hocks,
Sausage, trotters, bacon lean,
Chitlins, griskins, souse and chines,
With no fatback, where art thou bean?

Without the pig there’s no cuisine,
Well, steer or fowl might do,
But none compares to porky’s parts,
When it comes to barbecue.

Boreegard
August 10, 2008