And her bite is worse than her squeal.

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Some people see her as a rodent.
Some people see her as a meal.
My love for October is potent.
You picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille.

 

(I no longer get emails when someone comments at Fluid Pudding. I’ve tried to fix it, but I don’t know what I’m doing and I don’t know how to learn. Thanks to all for dealing with me this month!)

3 thoughts on “And her bite is worse than her squeal.”

  1. This was one of the songs my dad would randomly sing a snippet of. He never sang whole songs-except teddy bear’s picnic, which he sang as a lullaby. Also-these lyrics are classic 70s.

  2. Is October the name of that dear little piggy?

    I wuv her, and I sure hope she didn’t bite you!!!

    1. Yep! October is the pig. She bit me a few months ago and her little teeth are SHARP. (She didn’t mean to break the skin. We laughed about it afterwards.)

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