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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LITTLE PETER THE PORTER, by ANONYMOUS First Line: "o, I am little peter" Last Line: And I shall get my bread | |||
O, I AM Little Peter, Of faubourg La Pucelle; A carrier of water, And messenger, as well; To gain an honest living I've got a clever head; I seldom fill my pocket, But then I get my bread! I have no land nor servants; All equipage I lack; These legs, they are my horses; My funds are on my back. I take the good that's going, Quite certain to be fed; God wills us all a living, And so I get my bread! Before some stately building I place my little stand; No Swiss you need to parley, The master is at hand. Up early in the morning, And late at night to bed, I call the day a good one In which I get my bread! There goes a man of millions, But what is that to me? Who knows but Little Peter Is happier than he? The rich man has his troubles, I often hear it said; He can but eat his mutton, And I -- I get my bread! I've heard my worthy uncle, Before his sad decease, Declare no man is wretched Whose stomach is at peace; And should these fine days vanish, And dark ones come instead, The neighbors love poor Peter, And I shall get my bread! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest... |
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