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Page 174—Piggy Land
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The Pig, He is a Gentleman The pig, he is a gentleman, And never goes to work; He eats the very best of food Without knife or fork. The pig, he is a gentleman, And drinks the best of milk; His clothes are good, and thick, and strong And wear as well as silk. The pig he, is a gentleman, And covers up his head, And looks at you with one eye, And grunts beneath his bed. He eats, and drinks, and sleeps all day Just like his lady mother, His father, uncle, and his aunt, His sister, and his brother. E. W. Cole |
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The Pigs "Do look at those pigs, as they lie in the straw," Little Richard said to papa; "They keep eating longer than ever I saw, What nasty fat gluttons they are!" "I see they are feasting," his father replied, "They ear a great deal, I allow; But let us remember, before we deride, 'Tis the nature, my dear, of a sow. "But when a great boy, such as you my dear Dick, Does nothing but eat all the day, And keeps sucking good things till he makes himself sick, What a glutton, indeed, we may say. "When plumcake and sugar for ever he picks, And sweetmeats, and comfits, and figs; Pray let him get rid of his own nasty tricks, And then he may laugh at the pigs." J. T. |
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Five Little Pigs Five lit-tle fingers And five lit-tle pigs, Of each I've a story to tell; Look at their faces And fun-ny curl-ed tails, And hear what each one be-fell. Ring-tail, that stead-y And good lit-tle pig, To mark-et set off at a trot; And brought him his bas-ket Quite full of nice things, Con-tent-ed and pleas-ed with his lot. Young Smil-er, the next, Was a stay at home pig, Lik-ed his pipe, and to sit at his ease; He fell fast a-sleep, Burned his nose with his pipe, And a-woke with a ve-ry loud sneeze. Num-ber three was young Long-snout Who ate up the beef. He was both greed-y and fat; He made him-self ill By eat-ing too much, And then he was sor-ry for that. And poor lit-tle Grun-ter— You know he had none— A pig-gy so hun-gry and sad! He si-lent-ly wiped The salt tears from his eyes, I think it was real-ly too bad. Young Squeak-er cried, "Wee, wee, wee," All the way home, A pig-gy so fret-ful was he; He got a good whip-ping, Was sent off to bed, And de-served it, I think you must see. Oh, these five lit-tle pigs, How they've made child-ren laugh In ages and ages now past! And they'll be quite as fun-ny, In years yet to come, While small toes and small fing-ers last. |
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The Self-willed Pig It happened one day, As the other pigs tell, In the course of their walk They drew near to a well, So wide and so deep, With so smooth a wall round, That a pig tumbling in Was sure to be drowned. But a perverse little brother, Foolish as ever, Still boasting himself Very cunning and clever, Now made up his mind That, whatever befell, He would run on before And jump over the well. Then away he ran fast To one side of the well, Climbed up on the wall, Slipped, and headlong he fell; And now from the bottom His pitiful shout Was, "Oh mother! I'm in; Pray do help me out!" She ran to the side When she heard his complaint, And she then saw him struggling, Weakly and faint, Yet no help could she give! But, "My children," cried she, "How often I've feared A sad end his would be!" "Oh, mother, dear mother;" The drowning pig cried, "I see all this comes Of my folly and pride!" He could not speak more, But he sank down and died, Whilst his mother and brothers Wept round the well-side! |
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