“The ox that is for honour grown,
On oilcake must be fed;
On barley-meal, hog, boar, or sow,
And tubs of wash to swig;
That’s how you cram the hugest ox,
And stuff the fattest pig.”
So round his neck the prize was tied,
And then they went to dine,
Which makes a farmer’s heaven on earth,
When beef and beer combine;