We are the spiffing snorter pigs.
We crunch, shovel, gobble burp, belch, squeak and grunt,
our tails are curly as a slinky, wiggly as a helter-skelter
Scottish Badgers and Scottish Poetry Society
Live in peace little chap.
font: Architects Daughter
textures and effects by Remember Remember
Badger by John Clare
When midnight comes a host of dogs and men
Go out and track the badger to his den,
And put a sack within the hole, and lie
Till the old grunting badger passes by.
He comes and hears - they let the strongest loose.
The old fox hears the noise and drops the goose.
The poacher shoots and hurries from the cry,
And the old hare half wounded buzzes by.
They get a forked stick to bear him down
And clap the dogs and take him to the town,
And bait him all the day with many dogs,
And laugh and shout and fright the scampering hogs.
He runs along and bites at all he meets:
They shout and hollo down the noisy streets.
We are the spiffing snorter pigs.
We crunch, shovel, gobble burp, belch, squeak and grunt,
our tails are curly as a slinky, wiggly as a helter-skelter
Scottish Badgers and Scottish Poetry Society
Live in peace little chap.
font: Architects Daughter
textures and effects by Remember Remember
Badger by John Clare
When midnight comes a host of dogs and men
Go out and track the badger to his den,
And put a sack within the hole, and lie
Till the old grunting badger passes by.
He comes and hears - they let the strongest loose.
The old fox hears the noise and drops the goose.
The poacher shoots and hurries from the cry,
And the old hare half wounded buzzes by.
They get a forked stick to bear him down
And clap the dogs and take him to the town,
And bait him all the day with many dogs,
And laugh and shout and fright the scampering hogs.
He runs along and bites at all he meets:
They shout and hollo down the noisy streets.