@media(prefers-color-scheme:dark){}Upon a trestle Pig was laid,
And a sad squealing sure It made;
Kill-pig stood by with knife and steel:
"Lie quiet, can't you?—Why d'ye squeal?
"Have I not fed you with my Pease,
"And Now, for trifles such as these,
"Will you rebel?—Brimful of victual,
"Won't you be kill'd and cur'd a little?"
To whom thus Piggy in reply:
"Think'st thou that I shall quiet lie,
"And that for Pease my Life I'll barter?"—
"Then Piggy, you must shew your Charter;
"Shew You 're exempted more than Others,
"Else go to pot like all your brothers.—
[Pig struggles.
Help, Neighbours! help!—this Pig 's so strong,
"I think I cannot hold him long.
"Help, Neighbours! I can't keep him under!
"Where are ye all?—See, by your blunder,
"He's burst his cords! —A brute uncivil,
"He's gone!—I'll after—
[Exit Pig, and Kill-pig after him with the Knife, &c.
CHORUS OF NEIGHBOURS.
To the Devil!