"Do look at those pigs, as they lay in the straw,"
Little Richard said to his papa;
"They keep eating longer than ever I saw,
What nasty fat gluttons they are!"
"I see they are feasting" his father replied,
"They eat a great deal I allow;
But let us remember, before we deride,
'Tis the nature, my dear, of a sow.
"But when a great boy, such as you, my dear Dick,
Does nothing but eat all day
And keeps sucking things till he makes himself sick,
What a glutton! indeed, we may say.
"When plumcake and sugar forever he picks,
And sweetmeats, and comfits, and figs;
Pray let him get rid of his own nasty tricks,
And then he may laugh at the pigs."