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.