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there was, with a poultry-yard,

Where roved an old bantam about;

And laid at his ease, a pig was barr'd

In a sty close by without.

A lamb moreover was raised up there;

We know it does so befall:

Together in farms these animals fare,

And in good company all.

"Well, with your leave," said the pig one day

To the lamb, "what a happy life!

And healthful too, to be sleeping away,

One's time without cares or strife!

"I say there is nothing, as I am a pig,

Like sleeping, stretch'd out at ease;

Let the world go round with its whirligig,

And cares just as it may please."

The other the contrary chanced to tell

The same little lamb, to take heed;

"Look, innocent! here, to live right well,

Sleep very little indeed.