Fat as any pig could be
He sits atop his sawdust throne
Like a lord of old is he
And through the house his name is known

He's not too bright (as one might see)
He's known as one to fidget
But to him it’s eating that's the key
(With chins in the second digit)

I love my little guinea pig
Who thinks of himself as a king
To find his brains deep must he dig
But he's such a cute lil' thing!

 
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