The old Pig said to the little pigs, 'In the forest is truffles and mast, Follow me then, all ye little pigs, Follow me fast!' The Charcoal-burner sat in the shade, His chin on his thumb, And saw the big Pig and the little pigs, Chuffling come. He watched 'neath a green and giant bough, And the pigs in the ground Made a wonderful grizzling and gruzzling And greedy sound. And when, full-fed, they were gone, and Night Walked her starry ways, He stared with his cheeks in his hands At his sullen blaze. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON A YOUNG LADY'S SIXTH ANNIVERSARY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD YOUTH AND CUPID by ELIZABETH I BATTLE SONG by EBENEZER ELLIOTT TWO RIVERS by RALPH WALDO EMERSON THE MAID'S LAMENT; ELIZABETHAN by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR TO A CHILD OF QUALITY, FIVE YEARS OLD. THE AUTHOR THAN FORTY by MATTHEW PRIOR WHY DRINK WINE by HENRY ALDRICH |