There was a little guinea-pig, Who, being little, was not big; He always walked upon his feet, And never fasted when he ate. When from a place he ran away, He never at that place did stay; And while he ran, 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'm told by men of sense, He never has been living since. |
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