The pig is my breakfast;
I shall indeed eat.
It maketh me to sit down at the breakfast table, it leadeth me to the Mr. Coffee Machine.
Bacon restoreth my soul: it leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for breakfast's sake.
Yea, though I walk to the subway on my way to work, I will fear no evil: for my bacon art with me; my pig and my coffee, they comfort me.
I preparest a table before me in the presence of my appetite: I anointest my toast with butter; my coffee cup runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will eat in the house of bacon for ever.