When I was a boy I would eat popcorn but now, my friends, I am grown and I love pork I love pork, fat pig's, fat placid pig' s pork. The farmers asked me to the fair in their eyes there was not hate: only love, murderous love for the pork. Old songs were played on the accordion in the air wafted smell of pork, they love pork. Bye bye friend, fly happy to the sky goodbye to you with this song it's your song. I thank you, thank you really!