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A hog won’t change his ways

His temples may turn deep grey
A wrinkle may gash his face
The sharpness of his teeth may waste away

But a hog won’t change his ways

His love for filth and rotten flesh
His wallowing-in-mud cravings
These cherished habits, long before attained
Will never go away

A hog will never change his ways.

He’ll never bring red roses
Never flatter a new dress
“I’m sorry and I care”
You’ll never catch saying.

Cause he’s a hog and he doesn’t want to change his ways.

Your love, your kindness, your devotion
All your efforts coming from a tender place
Will never change his unkind, foul ways

So stay away from the hog.

He isn’t worth your wait.