I saw four hogs, or was it three ?
And two of them climbed up a tree,
While the other stayed down below
To construct a Pigloo out of snow.
Then stranger things came to pass,
I saw an Eskimo munching grass;
And disdaining this pastural treat
Turned the hog into luncheon meat.
Secure in their elevated arborial position
The remaining hogs struck a wise decision,
So not wishing to end up as dinner that day,
They spread their wings, and flew away.