Lines on a Hog

Pig had to do some routine work,
To make one thousand pounds of pork;
Our stomach it doth not incline,
To eat a hog seven feet nine.

On smaller pig we love to dine,
And it we do enjoy so fine,
For big fat hog we don’t repine,
Let others eat enormous swine.

Where this text comes from

First published in Poems of James McIntyre (1889). First located printing is this volume; an earlier periodical printing has not been established. [1]

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Cite this poem

James McIntyre (1828?–1906). “Lines on a Hog.” First published in Poems of James McIntyre (1889). Text: Poem Index, https://poemindex.org/james-mcintyre/lines-on-a-hog/. Append #L14 to cite line 14, or #L4-L9 for lines 4–9.

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