If pigs had wings
Then other things
Might very different be.
Then money (please),
Might grow on trees
And beggars win the lottery.
If pigs could fly
Then you and I
Might watch our dreams come true.
Then rainy days
And misty greys
Would turn to skies so blue.
If little porkers,
One-time walkers,
Start to fill the air,
Romantic dreams
Fulfilled, it seems,
Would not be quite so rare.
Then all our notions,
Magic potions,
Would come to be at last,
And cynics see,
(Like you and me),
That time for doubt has passed.
So let us strain
Our eyes (in vain?)
To see a piggy fly
And hope and pray
That soon, one day,
It may come floating by.
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