Good Old Pig, Gone To Avalon

I had a pig, it really was a sight
When it was dark he glowed at nite
Good old pig, a long time gone
On his way to Avalon
He had a tail that curled around three times
Helen: He clapped whenever a curl was thrown at a swine
Good old pig, a long time gone
On his way to Avalon
If you’ve ever wondered what the colour pink’s about
All you have to do is see his snout
Good old pig, a long time gone
On his way to Avalon
He got so big he thought he was a jeep
He used to give old ladies rides down to the beach
Good old pig, a long time gone
On his way to Avalon
I never saw a pig as half as cute
Not just that, but pretty darn astute
Good old pig, a long time gone
On his way to Avalon
Some said his name was Jasper, some said Jason
It all depended on which way he’s facing
Good old pig, a long time gone
On his way to Avalon
Well when music played you ought to see him wiggling
Despite his age he always acted like a piglet
Good old pig, a long time gone
On his way to Avalon
Towards Avalon one day he disappeared
I got a postcard, «Feeling fine, wish you were here»
Good old pig, a long time gone
On his way to Avalon
To Avalon