Guinea Pig

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 never stood still for young or old.

He often squeaked, and sometimes violent,

And when he squeaked he never was silent.

Though never 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;

And as I am told by men of sense,

He never has been living since.