Without pigs the poet can not live
In the battlefield of fame
All pigs know he wants no fight
So pigs come to help
They chase out all criminals
For they are three
They are able to keep the world wonderful
Pigs like to sing and swing
And the poet can write songs for them
For they are buddies
They are four, and stand for each other
Without pigs the poet can not survive
He is unable to finish all tasks alone
A poet can draw beautiful images
Yet pigs are smarter, and more practical
Only they know how to make all pictures real