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366 There was a Pig that sat alone
 * Beside a ruined Pump:

By day and night he made his moan It would have stirred a heart of stone To see him wring his hoofs and groan,
 * Because he could not jump.

A certain Camel heard him shout
 * A Camel with a hump.

"Oh, is it Grief or is it Gout? What is this bellowing about?" That Pig replied, with quivering snout,
 * "Because I cannot jump!"

That Camel scanned him, dreamy-eyed.
 * "Methinks you are too plump.

I never knew a Pig so wide That wobbled so from side to side Who could, however much he tried,
 * Do such a thing as jump!

"Yet mark those trees, two miles away,
 * All clustered in a clump:

If you could trot there twice a day, Nor ever pause for rest or play. In the far future—Who can say?
 * You may be fit to jump."