Reminds me of that old, tender love song from summer camp:
We walked the lane together,
the sky was full of stars.
We reached the gate in silence,
I lifted up the bars.
She turned her dark eyes to me,
there was nothing between us now;
but I was just a hired hand,
and she was a Jersey cow.
Wonder what they'd do with a pig? And which end would it shoot flame out of?