As I was going o'er Tipple Tine, I met a flock of bonny swine; Some yellow necked, Some yellow backed, They were the very bonniest swine That ever went over Tipple Tine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...POETS ARE BORN NOT MADE by ROBERT FROST CACHE LA POUDRE by JAMES GALVIN THE WAR THAT ISN'T WHAT YOU THINK by JAMES GALVIN ON BRODSKY'S COLLECTED by MICHAEL S. HARPER AUTUMN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON BENEDICTION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |