One day as I was walking with my egshullent Mother1
In the pleasant fields of Sutton,2
I saw disporting one of those woolly creachures3
Which when we eat it we call mutton.4
“ Fair maiden,” I said to my egshullent Mother,5
“ I seek for informashon6
Is it right these woolly creachures should be killed7
To give food to the British Nashon ? ”8
My egshullent Mother sat down,9
And a tear convulsed her feachures.10
She replied, “ We must not mind being eaten,11
If by so doing we can beneffit our fellow creachures, ”12
I often think of my egshullent Mother13
As I walk in the pleasant fields of Sutton,14
And I long to beneffit my fellow-creachures.15
But alas ! I am not mutton !16
It is very sad that crewel fate17
Should thus my aspirashons clog,18
But I will try to be very good bacon19
Since I was born ——— a Hogg !20