"Do look at those pigs, as they lie in the straw,"
Little Richard said to papa;
"They keep eating longer than ever I saw,
What nasty fat gluttons they are!"
"I see they are feasting," his father replied,
"They ear 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 the day,
And keeps sucking good things till he makes himself sick,
What a glutton, indeed, we may say.
"When plumcake and sugar for ever 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."