(Man'S Inhumanity To Hogs Makes Countless Thousands Squeal.) I Lived Upon A Little Farm, A Happy Hog Was I, I Never Dreamed Of Any Harm Nor Ever Thought To Die. All Day I Wallowed In The Mud, And Ate The Choicest Slops. I Watched The Brindles Chew Their Cud-- The Farmer Tend His Crops. Upon The Hottest Days I'd Go And Flounder In The River-- I Thought That Hogs Might Come And Go, But I Would Live Forever. Then Finally I Waxed So Fat That I Could Hardly Walk, And Then The Farmers Gather 'Round And All Began To Talk. I Couldn't Understand A Word, All I Did Was Grunt; You See That's All A Hog Can Do-- It Is His Only Stunt. But Finally They Took Me Out And Put Me On A Train. I Really Couldn't Move About And Squealed With Might And Main. I Grunted, Grunted As I Flew And Moved In Vain Endeavor, But Even Then I Thought It True That I Would Live Forever. And So We Came To Packingtown Where There Were Hogs Galore, I Never Saw So Many Hogs In All My Life Before. Then We Had To Shoot The Chutes And Climb A Flight Of Stairs, We Never Had A Chance To Stop Or Time To Say Our Prayers. Loud-Squealing Hogs Above, Below They Formed A Seething River, For Men May Come And Men May Go But Hogs Go On Forever. And Then I Saw An Iron Wheel Which Stood Alone In State, And Then I Heard An Awful Squeal-- A Hog Had Met His Fate. A Devilish Chain Upon The Wheel Had Seized Him By The Leg; It Was No Use To Kick And Squeal, It Was No Use To Beg. I Longed In Deepest Grief And Woe To Leave That Brimming River; If Once Into That Room You Go Your Fate Is Sealed Forever. Farewell, Farewell, A Long Farewell, Around The Room I Spin, And Then A Fellow With A Knife Smites Me Below The Chin. L'Envoi. Dear Reader I Was Just A Hog, But O It's Awful Hard To Die Disgraced, And Then To Be-- Turned Into "Pure Leaf Lard."