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 run away,
He never at the place did stay:
And while he run, as I am told
He ne'er stood still for young or old.
He often squeaked, and sometime 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;
As I am told by men of sense
He ne'er has been living since.