Just couldn't resist this little ditty.
The Pig Poets by Henry Hogge
Counsel to Piglings
Snuffle ye truffles while ye can
Old time is still flying,
And somewhere surely hangs the Pan
Tha bits of ye will fry in.
That Frying Pan of Heaven, the Sun
Will wink while ye are hissing,
So trot along and have some fun
While none of ye is missing.
It reminds me for some reason
of Hugh Fearnly-Whittingstall
at River Cottage.
I'm sure he'd love this one.