My name is Pig Face, said the pig.
I'm from a long and noble line.
My name is Pig Face Trufflethwaite
and I am noble and divine.
You ask me how I got these eyes?
From crying long and crying hard,
my face pressed up against the glass
of places where I had been barred.
You ask me when I grew this skin,
that's rough and coarse beyond compare?
I grew it when I felt the blows
as others drove me to despair.
You ask me why I got this snout,
so coveted by people who
sniff at me through those feeble bumps?
I got it just to laugh at you.
But if I did not have these things
I would be slim and soft and small.
I would have huge and limpid eyes.
I would not be a pig at all.
I would not have these pig-shaped thoughts.
I would have had a different fate.
But then I would not know the strength
Of being Pig Face Trufflethwaite.