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Now Johnny Dull had once a pig, —

'T was far from fat, its bones were big.

To scratch his hide with all his might

Was this poor piggie's sole delight.

Once on a time it so fell out

He in the garden roamed about:

He chanced to have an itching mood;

The bee house quite convenient stood —

His hide he scratched; the bees rushed out,

And stung him well from tail to snout —

Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! poor piggie cried,

Feeling these daggers pierce his hide.

John Dull, who heard the awful clatter,

Said, "Bless the pig! why what's the matter?"

He came, – he saw – , his porker, that