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Truffle-O’s! (excerpt from children’s story)

A merry forest pig was he

he woke up very early and hunted until three

snorting, sniffing, the air he’s whiffing

never is he ruffled, only focused on his truffles

He goes rump rumping

grunt, grunting for truffle-O’s!

Wild he runs and trots the greeny forest

with a jolly jig he wriggles and digs

his cloven hooves moving dirt like lightening

hunt, hunting for truffle-O’s!

When at last he finds his gourmet morsels

a squeal is heard and fly the birds

clear from the forest, a happy hog

a squealing song of treasures found, his beloved


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