An old cowpoke went out to be an eponym* one day.
He's rigid, wants it nested, ensconced in a bovine bay.
His attention was wrested from his cow because he saw
An interspecies coupling that caused him to drop his jaw.

Piggy-I-O, kiddie-I-A:
Goat writhin' in the sty.

This randy goat's on fire, and his hooves make the sow kneel.
His horns up, but his flock is out a-grazin' in the field.
His bolt was nearly screwed in as he jumped her in the sty,
Then it was right in and comin' hard; he heard a porcine cry.

Piggy-I-O, kiddie-I-A:
Goat writhin' in the sty.

He could be gauntlets if he's heard
Working like this to sweat.
He'd love to be hard with the herd, but he sticks with piglet.
He'd like to ride forever on this denizen of sty.
His course is set; he's snorting'an ovine orgasmic cry.

Piggy-I-O, kiddie-I-A:
Goat writhin' in the sty.

A wise old goat loped up by him and said, "Kid quell the flame.
Just in case you haven't noticed, you and she are not the same.
So I suggest you change your ways, or you will have tanned hide."
The kid panted, "Buzz off! I'm makin' bacon on the side."

Piggy-I-O, kiddie-I-A:
Goat writhin' in the sty.