If some big dog should swallow Tiny.
From Fly Leaves by C. S. Calverley.
(George Bell and Sons, London, 1878.)
Oh, ever thus, since Childhood’s hour
We’ve seen our fondest hopes decay,
We never raised a Calf or Cow or
Hen that laid an Egg a day,
But it was marked and stol’n away,
We never raised a sucking pig
To glad us with its sunny eye