He makes no sound.
He's bright and shiny
All year round.
He stands atop a pedestal
Out of reach.
How well to behave
Is what he can teach.
The empty piggy-bank
He's upto no good.
Tattered and broken
He's got bad looks.
With a grim face
He sits at a table,
he'll make so much noise
Even with a wiggle.
So which piggy you got?
Would you want to exchange?
The one on the table
Is for you to blame.
Trade it now
For the one that seems happy.
The one that will
Always remain sappy.
Trade it now
For the one that brings more health
The one that will
Always be in the pink of health.
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