Behold Me, 



I am the Game Hog; 



But just the same, 



I am not as game 



As I am hog. 



I couldn't well be, 



Because, you see, 



It is my will 



To kill 



And kill 



And kill 



For sake of the killing only 



To slaughter for slaughter's sake, 



To ransack the field, 



The forest and river and lake. 



No bird in the air, 



No fish in the sea, 



No animal on earth 



Is safe from Me. 



I pile the plain 



With what I have slain, 



The inland woods and the shore; 



And the more I shoot, 



The more I root 



For more and more and more. 



The sportsman kills 



As a gentleman should, 



And when he has met his need, 



He finds no fun 



In using his gun 



To gratify a greed. 



But Me? 



Well, you see, 



I'm a hog, I am, 



