Consider, if you will, the lowly pig,
Or if you will, the blind and lowly bat.
They'll never be as handsome as a cat
No matter what the makeup or the wig,
No matter what the witch's brew or jig,
The magic wand, the broom or pointy hat.
The pig's a pig, the bat's a flying rat.
And when they die, nobody gives a fig.
So which is man? Be honest. Do not lie.
Our lives are just a budget in the red.
We are not laughing cats, but pigs that sob,
Or bats that crash the cavern walls and die.
And in the end, we can't get out of bed.
Our bed's a grave the lowly worm will rob.
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