Life and Adventures of Mr. Pig and Miss Crane / A Nursery Tale

Young Master Pig you here may see Upon his tender Mother’s knee No longer he with patience sucks For See, he’s cutting both his tusks.

Behold him now in Go Cart safely tied His pretty feet go trotting side by side Old Granny smiles and grunting seems to say “Ce petit prodige c’est moi qui l’ai fait.”

To Master Goat next Pig is sent Whose learning is most excellent But all his pains can’t make this block Say A. B. C. or “hic, hac, hoc.”

Our Piggy next an Oxford fop With Cravat large and Brutus Top And when young Stag his coat has slipt on He’ll strut away like any Skipton.

For Hunting now he takes his Cue But other Game soon comes in View Miss Crane he spies! he feels the fire And falls in Love as into mire.

At Concert met with lengthen’d throat Miss Crane screams out the dulcet note The wondering Piggy takes his Bow And draws in Love “ Con Strepito .”