Kingsley - The Friendly Gourmet

Kingsley was a fairy cake
A cherry sugar pie
And when he saw a pig go past
One that took his eye
He’d invite that pig to lunch
And when ever he was able
He’d be sure to choose a table
By a window where they’d munch
On Weetabix and acorn soup
And all kinds of fancy stuff
Then Stilton cheese
If you please
And as if that were not enough
They’d partake of fine French wines
And black coffee from Brazil
They’d finish with a lager
It’s small wonder they weren’t ill
They’d lunch and crunch
Until the day was gone
Replaced by a thousand stars
C'est la vie pour un porc
As they puffed on long cigars
Kingsley invites his friend
Pour une boisson
And once back at his flat
They dispensed with the chat
They snorted and cavorted
And sold them selves short
Kingsley begged him to stay
To spend the night grunting and shunting
And practicing safe sex
You know

In the old fashioned
Piggy way!