In the far future—Who can say?—
You may be fit to jump.”
‘HORRID WAS THAT PIG’S DESPAIR!’
That Camel passed, and left him there,
Beside the ruined Pump.
Oh, horrid was that Pig’s despair!
His shrieks of anguish filled the air.
He wrung his hoofs, he rent his hair,
Because he could not jump.