“It’s oinkredible!”, they cry;
all the gasping folks below.
They’ve seen many creatures fly
but never a flying sow.
With her curly tail coiled tight
and her trotters stretched right out,
Patsy pig springs into flight,
brushing clouds against her snout.
Some mistake her for a blimp
because of her portly frame;
others, when they catch a glimpse,
swear a flying saucer came.
But most that see Patsy soar
know that aeronautic boar;
the pig that gazed up from her sty
and dared to dream a pig could fly.