China Pig

I don't want to kill my China pig
No I don't
A man's gotta live
A man's gotta eat
A man's gotta have shoes to walk out on the street
I don't want to kill my china pig
Eli, he was a baby, I want you to see
I don't want to kill my china pig
Well I used to go to school
With a little red box
And I used to have my pig go with me
We walked for blocks
I don't want to kill my China pig
His tail curled five times in a circle 'round
It's glazed
He's got a slot in his back, flowers grow
My China pig be a quite a show
I don't want to kill my china pig
Woe, no
My china pig
I got him by the snout
And I takes him by the cuff
And I whipped out my fork
And I poked at him.
Three hairs laid out, on my floor
I remember my china pig
I fed the neighborhood
It was a big neighborhood
A lot of people liked my pig
One little girl used to put her fingers in his snout
I put a fork in his back
I didn't want to kill my china pig