Cheerful

Pig sat down on a moon
Play'n' guitar and bagpipe tune.
She will sit, and play, and sing.
Will get sleepy on a swing.
Cheerful and charismatic,
Dressed erratically- dramatic.
Hat, and dress, ecstatic boots
Are the piglet's attributes !
Someone, twisting their locks,
Shyly asked about socks.
If she had some socks? Depends.
If she drank eggnog with friends.
If she had some jam for food,
Being in a perfect mood,
And went on to dance cadrille,
And, right there on a hill,
Looking like a daffodil,
Candy- Man's automobile!
That cute dude is like a doll.
Trousers narrow, boy is tall.
Under pants, above his shoes,
Matching socks for your amuse.
Our piglet goes on whim:
"I would like to look like him!"
She won't lose eggnog or jam,
She won't lose even a hundred grams.
Losing weight- the same as dying:
Being bitter, beast and crying,
Colden, quacken, mourn and sick,
Smear, grumpy, grumble and freak.
To endure cold and hunger
To be able looking younger?
But:
At the minute socks are on
She is walking her catwalk.
Piggy turns all pink, and glows,
Her parfume, like magic, blows.
Starting shine and sing and blare
Like a gorgeous Christmas Bear!
Always a hygienic ace,
Cheerful and cute in lace.
Puts her legs on pillowcase,
Our piggy sleeps in grace.