Silently and sweetly melted;
Sounds that mingled with the crisping
Foam upon the billow resting:—
Still she spoke not, only murmured.
From the forest shade primeval,
Piggey-Wiggey looked out at her;
He the most Successful Squeaker—
He the very Youthful Porker—
He the Everlasting Grunter—
Gazed upon her there, and wondered!