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.
