I makes it a point of buyin' My bacon In Macon And nowheres else, no lyin'.
The porkers there Gotst a taste That doesn't waste My time square.
I gotst to travels a good way -- That's true -- But, you'd, too! For that flavor pay.
Besides, the folks Up there in them those parts Have real gentle hearts That knows hows to coax!
Yessirreebob! I makes it a point of buyin' My bacon In Macon And nowheres else, n-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o lyin'!
I was reading a book that had quotes of Abraham Lincoln in the '80s and he called hogs and pigs "porkers"; I had never heard of them being referred to as "porkers," and I never even heard of the word before, either; and the first chance I got to use it -- in this poem -- I didn't hesitate.