United States, (1820-1871)
The Pig and the Hen
- The pig and the hen,
- They both got in one pen,
- And the hen said she wouldn’t go out.
- “Mistress Hen,” says the pig,
- “Don’t you be quite so big!”
- And he gave her a push with his snout.
- “You are rough, and you’re fat,
- But who cares for all that;
- I will stay if I choose,” says the hen.
- “No, mistress, no longer!”
- Says pig, “I’m the stronger,
- And mean to be boss of my pen!”
- Then the hen cackled out
- Just as close to his snout
- As she dare: “You’re an ill-natured brute,
- And if I had the corn,
- Just as sure as I’m born,
- I would send you to starve or to root!”
- “But you don’t own the cribs;
- So I think that my ribs
- Will be never the leaner for you:
- This trough is my trough,
- And the sooner you’re off,”
- Says the pig, “why the better you’ll do!”
- “You’re not a bit fair,
- And you’re cross as a bear;
- What harm do I do in your pen?
- But a pig is a pig,
- And I don’t care a fig
- For the worst you can say,” says the hen.
- Says the pig, “You will care
- If I act like a bear
- And tear your two wings from your neck,”
- “What a nice little pen
- You have got!” says the hen,
- Beginning to scratch and to peck.
- Now the pig stood amazed
- And the bristles, upraised
- A moment past, fell down so sleek.
- “Neighbor Biddy,” says he,
- “If you’ll just allow me,
- I will show you a nice place to pick!”
- So she followed him off,
- And they ate from one trough–
- They had quarreled for nothing, they saw;
- And when they had fed,
- “Neighbor Hen,” the pig said,
- “Won’t you stay here and roost in my straw?”
- “No, I thank you; you see
- That I sleep in a tree,”
- Says the hen; “but I _must_ go away;
- So a grateful good-by.”
- “Make your home in my sty,”
- Says the pig, “and come in every day.”
- Now my child will not miss
- The true moral of this
- Little story of anger and strife;
- For a word spoken soft
- Will turn enemies oft
- Into friends that will stay friends for life.
About the Poet:
Alice Cary, United States, (1820-1871), with her younger sister, Phoebe Cary, (1824-1871), grew up on a farm near Cincinnati, Ohio. Although both published poems while still teenagers, it wasn’t until 1850, after their work had been noticed by such luminaries as Edgar Allan Poe and John Greenleaf Whittier, that a book, Poems of Alice and Phoebe Cary, appeared.
After this the, sisters moved to New York City, where they became central figures in the East Coast literary milieu and contributing regularly to many national periodicals. The Cary sisters established a Sunday Solon in their home that was regularly attended by many literary and social thinkers of the day. Their salon became a popular meeting place and both women were famed for their hospitality.
The Cary sisters were also active in the early days of the women’s rights movement, with Phoebe serving as an assistant editor for Susan B. Anthony’s newspaper The Revolution. [DES-12/21]