Words that mingled with the crisping
Foam upon the billow resting.
From the forest shade primeval,
Piggey-Wiggey look'd out at her;
He, the very Youthful Porker—
He, the Everlasting Granter—
Gazed upon her there, and wonder'd!
With his nose out, rokey-pokey—
And his tail up, curley-wurley—
Wonder'd what on earth the row meant.