At the foot of the hill,
Just completed a view such as seldom is seen.
“He thought about this, and he thought about that,
And wondered if ‘laughing did make one grow fat.’
‘He must build a new Sty,’
He thought with a sigh,
For his old one was shabby, not fit for a rat.
“Then he blushed when he heard a slight squeal on his right,
And a little white Piggie came trotting in sight;