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...THE BENCH OF BOORS by HERMAN MELVILLE DECEMBER 31ST by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE QUATRAIN: FROM EASTERN SOURCES: 2 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE LOVER'S VIGIL by WILLIAM ROSE BENET ORNITHOPOLIS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN GORMFLAITH'S SONG, FR. KING LEAR'S WIFE by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |