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SONG CHALLENGE WINNER!
The Song Challenge:
Maybe it was the tin-foil panties, maybe it's the summer heat, maybe it's our brand new grill; but, I find myself
'lusting in my heart' for some barbequed spare ribs, don't you? That must be why I've picked this
Challenge! idea from Roger the skiffler this time . . . I can't help myself, I'd just love to see --
Babe On The Block -- From Roger the skiffler (22-Jun-01) I offer this as a possible future challenge,
scope for sentimental song: (BTW the pig was saved by the judge). The owner of a
retired celebrity pig is fighting a legal battle to save him from the foot-and-mouth slaughter. Grunty, a rare
Maori kune kune pig, starred in a children's television film and has his own website. But his fame
did not stop an inspector from the Department for Environment Food and Rural Affairs (Defra) from ordering
him to be culled under the foot-and-mouth regulations. Grunty's farm in Somerset was condemned
because his owner had visited another of her holdings, which turned out to be infected. Rosemary
Upton, of Hill Farm, Stawley, near Wellington, Somerset, is applying for permission to seek a judicial review.
Appearing for her, Stephen Smith QC, suggested that Grunty had a much stronger case for survival than Phoenix
the calf, saved after a blaze of publicity in April. Grunty starred in Pig at the Ritz on Channel Five
and in pleasanter times has accompanied Mrs. Upton on trips to the local village.
Mmmmmmmm -- this Challenge! sounds finger-licking good!! (now where did I put that
Worchester Sauce???).
Grunty Boy by SharonA
(Tune: "Danny Boy")
SharonA's Comments: Before anyone asks: No, I have no shame . . .
Oh Grunty boy, the pigs, the pigs are bawling
From farm to farm as down they all are shot
The plague has come, and all the sows are dying
'tis you, 'tis you must live and they must not.
But come you on the telly in a rerun
Or when Rosemary walks with you in tow
'tis I'll be there, your fan, the judge's young son
Oh Grunty Boy, oh Grunty Boy, I watch you so.
And if you come, when all the sows are dying,
And wish to live, as strong the wish may be,
You'll come and find me to my father crying
For he has always given in to me.
And I shall hear him order, just to hush me,
That all your dreams of life will come to be.
If you'll not give your autograph, 'twill crush me;
I'll simply tell my dad, then you'll be history!