by Kenn Nesbitt
I've heard it said that pigs will fly and someday soon they'll rule the sky. That may sound strange but, if it's right, I don't suppose they'll fly a kite. I'll bet, instead, they'll have to train so they can learn to fly a plane, or join the Navy where they'll get to learn to fly a fighter jet.
Or maybe they'll grow piggy wings, or put on shoes with giant springs, or fly in huge hot-air balloons, or seaplanes with those big pontoons, or biplanes like a flying ace, or shuttles into outer space, or rocket ships for trips to Mars, or flying saucers to the stars.
However pigs decide to fly, as long as they are way up high and busy buzzing all around instead of grunting on the ground, I think it's safe to say I'll love to see them soaring up above. I'm sure I won't be shocked or shaken. Still, I'll prob'ly miss the bacon.
Flying pigs here and here.