Swine Flew

I heard the thunder of porcine wings
as the moon shone down, as blue as blue
and I knew we were seeing impossible things.
Oh, the pigs they flew, yes the pigs they flew
Oh, the pigs they flew in the sky.

Ice was growing round the gates of the Hell
and the Devil he shivered in his overshoes
while oak trees grew from the ocean's swell
and the pigs they flew, yes the pigs they flew
Oh, the pigs they flew by and by.

The time had come, so the people said:
it's the end of the world as everybody knew.
There were signs in heaven where the sky was red
and the pigs they flew, yes the pigs they flew
Oh, the pigs they flew up so high.

Well, the rocks fell up and the sky fell down
while the snakes came walking all straight and true
and the sun was shining way deep underground
and the pigs they flew, yes the pigs they flew
Oh, the pigs they flew-- so did I.

--for Sunday Scribblings. "When pigs fly."
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