Lipstick

You can put lipstick on a pig

It's really easy too, y'know

Dress it up and give it a name

Give it something to hide underneath

Better yet

Hide it under something tame

Call it what it's not

A spade's not a spade

When all the trees come calling out

And kingdoms fall to serpent hordes

Even then when not a cell

Is there to ring the steeple bell

Thunderous and grey the skies will fall

Along with the clouds in scores and scores

Your lipstick pig will tidy up and say:

"I'm no Godiva for you, y'know

You'll not forget yourself and the world

Peeping Tumnus, get out of the cupboard

And look at yourself and look at what you made

My make-up's gone and I'm still me

I'm still a pig for all to see"

And crickets will be your only company

You can put lipstick on a pig

But it's best to call a spade a spade

Despite how easy it can be

It's still a pig for all to see