Monday, 22 September 2008

• There was a little guinea-pig,
  Who, being little, was not big;
  He always walked upon his feet,
  And never fasted when he eat.
  
  When from a place he run away,
  He never at the place did stay;
  And while he run, as I am told,
  He ne'er stood still for young or old.
  
  He often squeaked, and sometimes violent,
  And when he squeaked he ne'er was silent.
  Though ne'er instructed by a cat,
  He knew a mouse was not a rat.
  
  One day, as I am certified,
  He took a whim and fairly died;
  And as I am told by men of sense,
  He never has been living since.
  
  

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