Pig Poem by Mason Maestro

Pigs tend to wander when they fly
The Battersea reply
And the snipers lost their sight
With the bassist at Montreal  
From cheap seats they grieve

Spit on a stranger's long sleeve

It took a pig on the wing

To raise the demon impediment
And high-ho that pig could fly
High-ho the pig could fly

And we're tallying the instances that stick

Each tired moment laid a brick
They'll play their lick behind a wall
(You'll just have to wait)
Point it at the solar system beside ours

There the Kaisers have no powers
And what about the mind of Syd Barrett?
A genius in disguise 
I wonder if he thought of the other four guys?
(Some say they knew him, and he did)

Once his sister had a cyst

The teacher ruled with a cane stick
Cracked across your hand like a whip
When you wrote your poetry
'New car, caviar
Four star daydream
Think I'll buy me a football team'
And high-ho that pig would pry
High-ho the pig would pry