SON OF A BI...BIT...BITC...GUN!

Porky Pig
hits his thumb

with a hammer.

It swells up
and throbs

only like a cartoon can.

Now, back then...
*****!  is not a word

you use in cartoon land
or in front of your Dad or Mum.

But Porky stu...stu...stamm...stutters:
”Oh! SON OF A BI..BIT...GUN!"

Then winks at us and says:
”Ha you thought I was goin’ to say: '*****!' ...didn't ya!"

It catches on...
becomes a catch phrase.

We use it every time
we can.

Everything is BI...BI...BI...GUN!

Mum can’t understand
where we got the word from.

When we explain
- she frets:

“Don’t tell Porkie Pies!
Porky Pig would never say that! ”