Classic Poem

— A hog who had been an alderman —

For dainties I've had of them all,
At taverns, Lord Mayor's, and Guildhall,
Where the purveyors, nothing stingy,
To fill the wallet,
And pamper the palate,
Have rarities brought from India.

Then what signifies what one takes in,
For, when one's cram'd up to the chin,
Why, really, good friend to my thinking,
If on venison and wines,
Or on hogwash, one dines,
At last 'tis but eating and drinking.

Besides, I've no books I arrange,
Nor at two need I e'er go to change;
Have no business with note, bond, or tally,
Nor need I, from any ill luck,
Either bull, or a bear, or lame duck,
Ever fear waddling out of the alley.

For dainties, &c.