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The Higgliosaurus

Johnathon, Johnathon, Johnathon Higgs,
Eater of fabulously bar-b-qued pigs!

Put it on a spit, give it a turn,
Roast this beast but don't let it burn.

Now that he cooked them what to do what to do?
He decided to sell them to me and to you!

They came to eat pigs. They came by the dozens.
Brothers and sisters, best friends and cousins.

Was Higgs happy?

Now here's a sad tale.
How could he put his BBQ pigs up for sale?

"Oh, no, not the pork ribs, they're so moist and so chewy.
And not the bacon or chops as they're not even sinewy.

I won't give up the pigs feet, dipped in secret sauce,
Which is hidden in the shed behind the Southern Cross.

I simply cannot do it. it's over. I'm through..."

Then all of a sudden he knew what to do.

Stoking the fire to bring up the smoke,
He skewered that pig on the spit in one stroke!

"Come one and come all," as he shouted his command
"I'll teach you how to cook the best pigs in the land!"

Johnathon, Johnathon, Johnathon Higgs,
Barbequeing wonderful, fabulous pigs!
Tags: higgs, poem
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