It's a hard life, being a pig

	An Oinklet, going out to play Is happy on a rainy day But if the day is very hot Happiness he has not got Unless he finds a pool of mud To cool him down and soothe his blud.
When the sun begins to swelter, First he rests, then runs for shelter. If there is no lemonade The next best thing is finding shade For dozing in the mid-day sun Is never his idea of fun.
	The sun, alas, I don't know why, Moves on beyond the shady sty And leaves poor Oinklet, hot and shaken, Sizzling like tomorrow's bacon. It is time to find his favorite spot Where he can lose unwanted hot.
And this is it, you will agree. At last he settles happily Cavorting, splashing in the splod, Where many a pig before has trod. See the smile upon his face? The happiest in the Oinklet race.
I smell good today!	Now Oinklet has a human friend Who says that good things have an end. And Oinklet, top to toe in slime, Was told: "Come on. It's your bath time." So, always ready to behave, Oinklet went off home to bathe.   We see him here with Evans Junior Smelling like a Pink Petunia!