A little white pig

A little white pig
A little blue bowl
And water for him to play
The joy he feels
His silent squeals
And the thrills he feels
It has to be a way
The rapture and exaltation
His abandonment of fear
Blessedness and enjoyment
And his fortune to be here
He is sparkling and starry eyed
In paradise he be
He knows nothing about spare ribs
Of suckling pigs his key
Is a loving caring guardian
And play and joy and bliss
And A video on face book
I am glad I didn’t miss