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The Works of Thomas Hood

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a stuffed bird.

the lament of toby,

the learned pig.

“a little learning is a dangerous thing.”—pope.

o heavy day! oh day of woe!

to misery a poster,

why was i ever farrow’d—why

not spitted for a roaster?

in this world, pigs, as well as men,

must dance to fortune’s fiddlings,

but must i give the classics up,

for barley-meal and middlings?

[pg 349]

of what avail that i could spell

and read, just like my betters,

if i must come to this at last,

to litters, not to letters?

o, why are pigs made scholars of?

it baffles my discerning,

what griskins, fry, and chitterlings

can have to do with learning.

alas! my learning once drew cash,

but public fame’s unstable,

so i must turn a pig again,

and fatten for the table.

to leave my literary line

my eyes get red and leaky;

but giblett doesn’t want me blue,

but red and white, and streaky

old mullins used to cultivate

my learning like a gard’ner;

but giblett only thinks of lard,

and not of doctor lardner!

he does not care about my brain

the value of two coppers,

all that he thinks about my head

is, how i’m off for choppers.

of all my literary kin

a farewell must be taken,

goodbye to the poetic hogg!

the philosophic bacon!

[pg 350]

day after day my lessons fade,

my intellect gets muddy;

a trough i have, and not a desk,

a sty—and not a study!

another little month, and then

my progress ends like bunyan’s;

the seven sages that i loved

will be chopp’d up with onions!

then over head and ears in brine

they’ll souse me, like a salmon,

my mathematics turned to brawn,

my logic into gammon.

my hebrew will all retrograde,

now i’m put up to fatten;

my greek, it will all go to grease;

the dogs will have my latin!

farewell to oxford!—and to bliss!

to milman, crowe, and glossop,—

i now must be content with chats,

instead of learned gossip!

farewell to “town!” farewell to “gown!”

i’ve quite outgrown the latter,—

instead of trencher-cap my head

will soon be in a platter!

o why did i at brazen-nose

rout up the roots of knowledge?

a butcher that can’t read will kill

a pig that’s been to college!

[pg 351]

for sorrow i could stick myself,

but conscience is a clasher;

a thing that would be rash in man,

in me would be a rasher!

one thing i ask when i am dead,

and past the stygian ditches—

and that is, let my schoolmaster

have one of my two flitches:

’twas he who taught my letters so

i ne’er mistook or miss’d ’em,

simply by ringing at the nose,

according to bell’s system.

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