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The Lament of Toby, The Learned Pig

1. Oh, heavy day! oh, day of woe!
2. To misery a poster,
3. Why was I ever farrowed, why
4. Not spitted for a roaster?
5.  
6. In this world, pigs, as well as men,
7. Must dance to fortune’s fiddlings,
8. But must I give the classics up,
9. For barley-meal and middlings?
10.  
11. Of what avail that I could spell
12. And read, just like my betters,
13. If I must come to this at last,
14. To litters, not to letters?
15.  
16. Oh, why are pigs made scholars of?
17. It baffles my discerning,
18. What griskins, fry, and chitterlings
19. Can have to do with learning.
20.  
21. Alas! my learning once drew cash,
22. But public fame’s unstable,
23. So I must turn a pig again
24. And fatten for the table.
25.  
26. To leave my literary line
27. My eyes get red and leaky;
28. But Giblett doesn’t want me blue,
29. But red and white, and streaky.
30.  
31. Old Mullins used to cultivate
32. My learning like a gard’ner;
33. But Giblett only thinks of lard,
34. And not of Doctor Lardner.
35.  
36. He does not care about my brain
37. The value of two coppers,
38. All that he thinks about my head
39. Is, how I’m off for choppers.
40.  
41. Of all my literary kin
42. A farewell must be taken,
43. Goodbye to the poetic Hogg!
44. The philosophic Bacon!
45.  
46. Day after day my lessons fade,
47. My intellect gets muddy;
48. A trough I have, and not a desk,
49. A stye — and not a study!
50.  
51. Another little month, and then
52. My progress ends, like Bunyan’s;
53. The seven sages that I loved
54. Will be chopped up with onions!
55.  
56. Then over head and ears in brine
57. They’ll souse me, like a salmon,
58. My mathematics turned to brawn,
59. My logic into gammon.
60.  
61. My Hebrew will all retrograde,
62. Now I’m put up to fatten,
63. My Greek, it will all go to grease,
64. The dogs will have my Latin!
65.  
66. Farewell to Oxford ! — and to Bliss!
67. To Milman, Crowe, and Glossop, —
68. I now must be content with chats,
69. Instead of learned gossip!
70.  
71. Farewell to ‘Town!’ farewell to ‘Gown!’
72. I’ve quite outgrown the latter, —
73. Instead of Trencher-cap my head
74. Will soon be in a platter!
75.  
76. Oh, why did I at Brazen-Nose
77. Rout up the roots of knowledge?
78. A butcher that can’t read will kill
79. A pig that’s been to college!
80.  
81. For sorrow I could stick myself,
82. But conscience is a dasher;
83. A thing that would be rash in man
84. In me would be a rasher!
85.  
86. One thing I ask — when I am dead
87. And past the Stygian ditches —
88. And that is, let my schoolmaster
89. Have one of my two Hitches.
90.  
91. ’twas he who taught my letters so
92. I ne’er mistook or missed ‘em,
93. Simply by ringing at the nose
94. According to Bell’s system.