“You yourself will discover the matter one day.
“Take my word, you’ll repent it, or sooner or later.”
Says he “I repent it! why, what does it matter?”
Just while they were talking, a mastiff passed by,
Enjoying the sunshine and pretty blue sky.
Said this bad little pig “How I long to displease him
I daresay, if I grunt, it will mightily tease him.”
His mother replied, “It were better by far
To let him be quiet, and stay where you are,
For, if you affront him, he’ll bite you I know.”
“What matters it whether he bite me or no?”
Said the silly young thing, and he scampered away
And grunted at Doggy, but what did Dog say?
Why, he turned round, and seizing Pig’s ear with his teeth
He tore it, and worried him nearly to death.