A Trip to the Zoo on the Way to the Farm (a poem)

Oh! Obama Barack I wish I could be a bit more like you,

High-fiving Wall Street on your way to the zoo.

You walk past a stall and see a pig in the muck,

And say, "I could do that I've got such great pluck".

You've read a book about a pig before,

And if you remember right there was a moral at its core.

A pig, a great one, you recall was swell,

You hop over the fence to tete a tete with this belle.

What, with rings in her sow's ears and a short piggy tail,

You could bring her to Congress to lie and snort hail.

Ah! You remember the book; it comes slowly to mind,

It was all about a farm and the pig was not kind.

Yes we can, yes we can, and it all becomes clear,

The pig in his ampleness put on a sneer.

Raised himself up from the muck he was in,

And declared himself Master of All with a din.

The sheep weren't to happy and sauntered away,

Hoping to find themselves a far off meadow to stay.

No one else uttered a word they slunk where they lay,

Hoping one of those humans would come back for a day.

Pig ordered and swore and drank down the wine,

And when he was snoring they wrapped him in twine.

He awoke to the sound of sizzling meat,

Realizing he was turning and slow cooking on low heat.

Alas, alas, this day had come,

He had rampaged around a bit but now it was done.

The sheep came from hiding but didn't get too close,

They baa-baaed and stared and ordered a toast.

Sparkling wine all around and sighs of relief,

The pig would have brought them to the grave with grief.

Steps on the pathway the farmers come back,

Right into the courtyard and says, "What to heck".

"What have we here but old piggy roasting away?

It's a very good idea I'll invite my chums for a stay".

So off you go now back to your barns,

You are very good animals with many fine charms.

Farmer looked for a moral but could only find,

A nice piece of tenderloin under the rind.

Up jumps Obama out of the pen,

He straddles the bird house and takes out a hen.

Jumping and lunging into his beastie mobile,

Startled the SS men all give a squeal.

Take me back to my white house I've had a great fright,

But send for the sow I'll have her working tonight.
Oh! Obama Barack I wish I could be a bit more like you,

High-fiving Wall Street on your way to the zoo.

You walk past a stall and see a pig in the muck,

And say, "I could do that I've got such great pluck".

You've read a book about a pig before,

And if you remember right there was a moral at its core.

A pig, a great one, you recall was swell,

You hop over the fence to tete a tete with this belle.

What, with rings in her sow's ears and a short piggy tail,

You could bring her to Congress to lie and snort hail.

Ah! You remember the book; it comes slowly to mind,

It was all about a farm and the pig was not kind.

Yes we can, yes we can, and it all becomes clear,

The pig in his ampleness put on a sneer.

Raised himself up from the muck he was in,

And declared himself Master of All with a din.

The sheep weren't to happy and sauntered away,

Hoping to find themselves a far off meadow to stay.

No one else uttered a word they slunk where they lay,

Hoping one of those humans would come back for a day.

Pig ordered and swore and drank down the wine,

And when he was snoring they wrapped him in twine.

He awoke to the sound of sizzling meat,

Realizing he was turning and slow cooking on low heat.

Alas, alas, this day had come,

He had rampaged around a bit but now it was done.

The sheep came from hiding but didn't get too close,

They baa-baaed and stared and ordered a toast.

Sparkling wine all around and sighs of relief,

The pig would have brought them to the grave with grief.

Steps on the pathway the farmers come back,

Right into the courtyard and says, "What to heck".

"What have we here but old piggy roasting away?

It's a very good idea I'll invite my chums for a stay".

So off you go now back to your barns,

You are very good animals with many fine charms.

Farmer looked for a moral but could only find,

A nice piece of tenderloin under the rind.

Up jumps Obama out of the pen,

He straddles the bird house and takes out a hen.

Jumping and lunging into his beastie mobile,

Startled the SS men all give a squeal.

Take me back to my white house I've had a great fright,

But send for the sow I'll have her working tonight.