If a pig wore a wig,
What could we say?
Treat him as a gentleman,
And say 'Good day.'
If his tail chanced to fail,
What could we do? -
Send him to the tailoress
To get one new.
by Henry Clay Work
There were no romping children at Doctor Quibble's door;
Long past the silver wedding, no toys lay on the floor,
But to relieve her longings, to soothe her vain regrets,