Classic Poem

THE BOY AND THE PIG .

Deep in a narrow craiged Pig
Lay mony a dainty nut and fig.
A greedy Callan, half a sot,
Shot his wee nive into the pot,
And thought to bring as mony out
As a' his fangs cou'd gang about;
But the strait neck o't wadna suffer
The hand of this young foolish truffer,
Sae struted, to return again,
Which gae the gowkie nae sma' pain.
He gowls to be sae disappointed,
And drugs till he has 'maist disjointed
His shekelbane. — Anither lad
Stood by, wha some mair judgment had;
Said, " Billy, dinna grip at a',
" And you with ease a part may draw. "
This same advice to men I 'd lend;
Ne'er for o'er much at anes contend,
But take the cannyest gate to ease,
And pike out joys by twas and threes.