Where roved an old bantam about;
And laid at his ease, a pig was barr’d
In a sty close by without.
A lamb moreover was raised up there;
We know it does so befall:
Together in farms these animals fare,
And in good company all.
“Well, with your leave,” said the pig one day
To the lamb, “what a happy life!
And healthful too, to be sleeping away,