When Pigs Fly

by Nessa Arcamenel   Jul 22, 2005


When sheep can play piano,
Or when my table sings,
I’ll return into your arms,
If little pigs grow wings,

When cows produce fresh orange,
Or when cats are driving trains,
I’ll admit my love for you,
When pigs are flying planes.

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