SONGS OF FOOD PRODUCTION.
III.
Tub-swill, tub-swill! have you any tub-swill?
I will send my footman to fetch it, if I may;
For I'm hoping all the restaurants and all the nicest clubs will
Give me broken victuals, if I send for them each day;
In the Park, in Piccadilly,
Down at Ascot, in the Shires,
We've been up in terms like "filly,"
"Dams" and "sires,"
"Smooths" and "wires;"
Now it's "gilts" and it's "boars"
And it's "suckers" and it's "stores"—
The terms that one acquires
Now we're keeping pigs to pay.
Hog-wash, hog-wash! are you selling hog-wash
In a pretty bottle with a nice pneumatic spray?
Nevermore in perfume shall a useless little dog wash;
In my heart and boudoir precious piggy's holding sway.
Oh, indeed, it's worse than silly
If a person now admires
An inedible young filly,
Dams and sires,
Smooths and wires;
For in gilts and in boars
And in suckers and in stores
Proper keenness one acquires
Now we're keeping pigs to pay.
"A Berlin telegram says that the Kaiser has created the Austrian Emperor a Field-Marshal.
The material damage done was insignificant."—Glasgow Evening Times.
But the moral effect was tremendous.
"More Food.—Wanted, Partner, either sex, to increase stock open-air pig-farm."—Morning Paper.
An opening for one of the Food Hogs we read so much about.