However, even back in the day, there was always someone yelling, “Get up off the grass, y’damn fool, and get back to your chores! Them hogs ain’t gonna feed themselves, y’know!” But the old critics passed away, the old poets died, and only the poetry remains. And no one remembers the hogs. Well, with some exceptions:

I am so always glad to see

My darling sweet Penelope;

I can’t begin to tell you how

I care about that darling sow!