I honor and loveEvery pig that I seeFor maybe one dayThat pig will love me. Our friendship with pigswill always lastIt doesn’t matterWhether it’s slow or fast. If we continue to hugEvery pig we canOur love will growAs large as this land. So I promise to helpEvery pig in defeatFor if it weren’t for pigsThere would be no bacon to eat. What can I say? Daniela (my middle one) is a real poet. It scans a bit oddly, but I think that falls solidly under the heading of “artistic”.