Pigs… (In There)

Well, we're driving, uh, driving through Wiltshire, Very nice countryside, sky, ground, all that sort of things, Natural marriage, natural resorces and looking out the windows as I Don't come from that part of the world And 1 said, er, what's that oyer there? In a sort of low grey concrete thing all surrounded by fields really Very nice trees like a sort of low square of concrete Like the fun-dations of a building that hadn't been built. It had little walls, little, about a foot high, or something, It looked like that, two feet high, in fact it was a sort of, On top of it, there was a flat roof and I thought, oh I see, And then, I pointed as the car got passed it what was that? And the, the country person that was with me, er, said, oh, er, That's where they keep pigs, I tought, oh, yes, I see, That's where they keep pigs, and the sun was shining down and, er, The grass was green and It was all very lovely, Driving in the country and I suddently thought that, That building must have been, like, from the inside.-. Pigs, in there, pigs in there? Pigs in there? Pigs in there? Pigs in there? Pigs in there? Pigs, on a day like this, in there, pigs in there, Pigs huddled up in there, in die dark, in there, living in there? Pigs, in there, PIGS