I’m Empress the dancing pig. I thought I’d found a dancing gig.
But when it never did pan out, my owner kicked my pig can out.
She took me to the GW store…My price tag fell onto the floor.
I fear no one will know my worth? My tutu barely fits my girth.
strange nice person wanted me. She said her heart was filled with glee!
Cause no one knew how much I cost. Another chance for me, was lost.
Couldn’t they just take a guess? Then I could be a great success!!
The stranger said not to worry, for tomorrow she would hurry.
She said, “I’ll come and buy you honey, shine your crown, and give you money.
I’ll fill your empty hole inside. You’ll wear that purple crown with pride!”
She said she’d take me off this shelf and teach me to self-help myself.
Well… that glorious life was not to be. Another person purchased me.
She didn’t give me a chance… to show her how this pig can dance.
She took me to an uptown store. Where I will be forever more.
She gave me a close inspection. She wanted me for her collection.
It seems I’m worth thousands more, than the price she paid at the Goodwill Store.
Though now I’m with the big deal pigs, I rather miss my dancing gigs.
Why am I worth so much dough? The me inside still feels hollow.
I was in this store a week or more, when I found a boy pig I adore.
My name is Emperor and I’m a boar. I don’t belong in this uptown store.
I will learn to dance the jig and we’ll find us a dancing gig.
I’m really not the marrying kind, but I fear they’ll make me fried pig rind.
The Emperor and Empress…, soon became a great success.
They danced the jig in every town and raised three piglets who built houses.