Lady Moon. All that love me.
—Lord Houghton.
PRECOCIOUS PIGGY
Child. Where are you going to, you little pig?
First Pig. I’m leaving mother,
I’ve grown so big.
Child. So big, young pig!
So young, so big!
What! leaving your mother, you foolish young pig?
Child. Where are you going to, you little pig?
Second Pig. I’ve got a new spade, and I’m going to dig.
Child. To dig, little pig!
A little pig dig!
Well, I never saw a pig with a spade that could dig.