His hide he scratched; the bees rushed out,
And stung him well from tail to snout—
Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! poor piggie cried,
Feeling these daggers pierce his hide.
John Dull, who heard the awful clatter,
Said, "Bless the pig! why what's the matter?"
He came,—he saw—, his porker, that
Was erst all lean, was now all fat.
It chanced a pig-jobber that way
Was passing by; he stopped to say
"How much friend Dull for that fat pig?"
"Just ten pounds ten, for he is big"—
"Done"—"done again"—the bargain's struck—
John Dull he found himself in luck,
