The Guinea-Pig

“Oh, I never would be a guinea-pig, never! They have so little brains!”-- The guinea-pig sprang, and--wasn’t it clever?-- He hid in the raspberry canes.

They scratched their fingers, they taxed their wits, To get the guinea-pig out; They nearly laughed themselves to fits To see him run about.

The old and the young, the patient, the bold, Were in that companie; But the guinea-pig baffled the young and the old, And merrily scampered he.

You thought you had him, but oh, mistake! You grappled a lump of mould-- The guinea-pig stuck to the raspberry brake As hath before been told.

“Oh, make me into a guinea-pig, make, And never mind what I said; For then I can hide in the raspberry brake, When it’s time to go to bed.”