And neither pig noticed the time in the least,
Till the Sun in the West
Had sunk down to its rest,
And the Silver Moon rose o’er the hill in the East.
“Then they trotted away down the hill side by side,
And they whispered sweet nothings, and each of them sighed,
Then oh! what do you think?
By the silver stream’s brink,
The white Piggie promised to be his sweet bride.
“Before I quite bring this short tale to a close