boris the pig just loves to dig
looking for smelly delights
a half-rotten apple,
with just the right “schnapple”
is what he dream’s of at night
 
now Boris is hairy and a little bit scary
he really is quite a sight
under the moon’s glow
he cast a big shadow
that could give a kid quite a fright!
 
one day in the garden, while rooting around
searching for something to eat
boris held his head high, took a big whiff
and he sensed an unusual treat
 
there was the smelliest whiff of rot in the air
enticingly sweet and sour
a fragrant bouquet of earthly decay
a taste he would love to devour
 
like a blanket it clung to the tip of his tongue
as it coursed through every vein
until the smell in his nose started tingling his toes
sending signals up to his brain
 
now the sun it was shining, and the mud on the ground
was squishing up through his toes
it was like heaven on earth with a warm gentle breeze 
but he didn’t know which way to go!
 
the weather was perfect to play hide and seek
with a nice tasty treat, that smelled like your feet
so lifting his nose, as high as it goes
boris trotted off down the lane
 
he walked deeper and deeper into the woods
to a place he’d not been before
it was dark, it was dank and the heavy air stank
it was musty and fusty galore
 
now a moldy old onion is just the right “funion”
to throw in a vegetable stew
the frothiest broth, made of dusty old stuff 
makes for the best tasting brew
 
but he just didn’t know what it was he would find
he didn’t have any clue
he just couldn’t tell – “What was that smell?”
it would be marvelous in a roux!  
 
he looked all around, plowing the ground
with his powerful tusks and toes
desperately searching, hoping to find
that smelly delight that gnawed in his mind
 
he dug and he dug, he was getting quite close
he could tell it was very near
the assault on his senses, broke down his defenses
as he tore at the ground without fear
 
then he suddenly stopped – and his jaw just dropped
almost fainting with the surprise
a big smelly truffle was stuck on his muzzle
he had finally found his prize!
 
it was a noxious concoction of decaying delight
mixed with a stale loaf of bread
a sumptuous reduction of unctuous seduction
irresistible to a pig well bred    
 
he was simply delighted, his senses ignited, 
in a fun filled explosion of taste
it was a succulent fusion, a flavored illusion 
not one crumb could he possibly waste
 
his taste buds were flooding, his nostrils were thudding 
his quest had been time well spent
his searching could cease, his senses at peace
boris was finally content
 
with a job well done, Boris trotted off home
caressing his new found prize
but he’d soon be out looking, for help with his cooking
and more smelly things still to find
 
good-night little one
time to sleep, time to dream