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Pretend you’re a pig
Who just loves to dig.
Better yet, a boar
Who’d like nothing more
Than to frolic all day
With butterflies, but nay…
When you think all is fine,
You fall down a mine.
You’re lost, underground.
You daren’t make a sound.
You can feel someone’s eyes
Down there in the mines.
There’s much to discover
And gems to recover.
You must find your way out;
Of that, there’s no doubt.
On May 6 you can play
A game I would say
Is well worth your time;
It looks quite sublime.
A puzzle adventure
With an ungulate avenger.
On May 6, do a jig
And dig, pig, dig.
