peppa pig

oink oink oink oink oink.

yo yo, peppa pig, she snorts like she is a piece of pork.

yo yo, peppa pig, she snorts like she is being cooked in new york.

oink oink, snort snort, peppa pig the pig.

she has legs that are automatic.

she looks like she is very violent.

she is the only pig that we can't hunt.

if we were to fight her, she brings with her a sheep.

yep, the sheep smells a lot like concrete.

we get onto our twitter account and tweet,

"we found peppa pig! everyone, retreat!"

and then peppa pig watched as i pulled out a flamethrower.

she looks like she is going to be crushed by a mower.

flamethrower attack, i said to the pig.

now the flames attack peppa pig like it's tragic.

the flames and smoke clear as we can see,

a slab of pork underneath the tree.

uh uh, no, she is not my childhood pig

but now she is a slab of pork that's no automatic.

oink oink, oink oink, that is peppa pig done.

that is a close one.

oink.