There was a little Guinea pig
 | 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 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; was 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. |