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I thought my mom and aunties would enjoy this like no one else I know ever could. Lily was given this book and accompanying CD, Grunt Pigorian Chant from Snouto Domoinko de Silo. It’s onderful-way!
From the Introduction:
The origins of Pigchant are obscure, but scholars tell us that it dates back to before the time of Caesar Hogustus.
Between their unhurried meditations and their sincere meals, the contemplative Pigs emerge at random intervals from the stone walls and vaulted ceilings of their ancient stone grange, to calmly consider the sun, gratefully receive the air, or joyfully extemporize in the mud. Or perhaps they venture outside for the traditional Iffing-snay Out-ay Acks-snay. And during the long afternoons, the Pigs close their eyes, slow their breathing, and apparently oblivious to the implorings of their more worldly fellow beings – intone once again the unremitting triads of the Ore-snay, Ore-snay. (Sounds like a bunch of Mackins to me!)
An excerpt from the chant Prima Vocatio, First Call:
FARMER:
Porcus cibumque cano. Venite, Porci. Soooo-ee. Sooooooo-eee.
I sing of pigs and the food. Come, Pigs! Sooee, sooee
PIGS:
Et-lay us-ay eep-slay. Ease-play et-lay us-ay eep-slay.
Let us sleep. Please let us sleep.
CHICKENS:
Consurgite, Porci. Sol fulget. Dies serenus est. Dicimus: Consurgite, Porci.
Get up, Pigs! The sun shines. It’s a lovely day. We said, Get up, Pigs!
PIGS:
Et-lay us-ay eep-slay. Ease-play et-lay us-ay eep-slay.
Let us sleep. Please let us sleep.
FARMER:
O, Porci ignavissimi. Ignavissimi. Sooooooo-eee.
Oh, you lazy, lazy, lazy Pigs! Soooeee.
PIGS’ RESPONSE:
Ooooooooo, no-ooooo way.
Ooh. No way.
