His name is George, or rather was

Why George? That's just what I called him

The children follow my lead

I'm no child, headman I am

But rather a child this day be

For now I must shave George

Lovingly shed his coarse hair

Prepare him for the feast

Though I have little stomach for such

I must feed my people

But it weighs heavy on my spirit

As I give this final shave

And stuff the pig, for to me

He is George, my friend