The Pig's Tale Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Little Birds are diningA
Warily and wellB
Hid in mossy cell Hid I say by waitersC
Gorgeous in their gaitersC
I've a Tale to tellB
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Little Birds are feedingA
Justices with jamD
Rich in frizzled hamD
Rich I say in oystersC
Haunting shady cloistersC
That is what I amD
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Little Birds are teachingA
Tigresses to smileE
Innocent of guileE
Smile I say not smirkleE
Mouth a semicircleE
That's the proper styleE
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Little Birds are sleepingA
All among the pinsC
Where the loser winsC
Where I say he sneezesC
When and how he pleasesC
So the Tale beginsC
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There was a Pig that sat aloneF
Beside a ruined PumpG
By day and night he made his moanF
It would have stirred a heart of stoneF
To see him wring his hoofs and groanF
Because he could not jumpG
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A certain Camel heard him shoutH
A Camel with a humpG
Oh is it Grief or is it GoutH
What is this bellowing aboutH
That Pig replied with quivering snoutH
Because I cannot jumpG
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That Camel scanned him dreamy eyedI
Methinks you are too plumpG
I never knew a Pig so wideI
That wobbled so from side to sideI
Who could however much he triedI
Do such a thing as jumpG
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Yet mark those trees two miles awayJ
All clustered in a clumpG
If you could trot there twice a dayJ
Nor ever pause for rest or playJ
In the far future Who can sayJ
You may be fit to jumpG
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That Camel passed and left him thereK
Beside the ruined PumpG
Oh horrid was that Pig's despairK
His shrieks of anguish filled the airK
He wrung his hoofs he rent his hairK
Because he could not jumpG
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There was a Frog that wandered byL
A sleek and shining lumpG
Inspected him with fishy eyeL
And said O Pig what makes you cryL
And bitter was that Pig's replyL
Because I cannot jumpG
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That Frog he grinned a grin of gleeE
And hit his chest a thumpG
O Pig he said be ruled by meE
And you shall see what you shall seeE
This minute for a trifling feeE
I'll teach you how to jumpG
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You may be faint from many a fallE
And bruised by many a bumpG
But if you persevere through allE
And practice first on something smallE
Concluding with a ten foot wallE
You'll find that you can jumpG
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That Pig looked up with joyful startM
Oh Frog you are a trumpG
Your words have healed my inward smartM
Come name your fee and do your partM
Bring comfort to a broken heartM
By teaching me to jumpG
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My fee shall be a mutton chopN
My goal this wined PumpG
Observe with what an airy flopN
I plant myself upon the topN
Now bend your knees and take a hopN
For that's the way to jumpG
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Uprose that Pig and rushed full whackO
Against the ruined PumpG
Rolled over like an empty sackO
And settled down upon his backO
While all his bones at once went CrackO
It was a fatal jumpG
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Little Birds are writingA
Interesting booksC
To be read by cooksC
Read I say not roastedP
Letterpress when toastedQ
Loses its good looksC
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Little Birds are playingA
Bagpipes on the shoreR
Where the tourists snoreR
Thanks they cry 'Tis thrillingA
Take oh take this shillingA
Let us have no moreR
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Little Birds are bathingA
Crocodiles in creamS
Like a happy dreamS
Like but not so lastingA
Crocodiles when fastingA
Are not all they seemS
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That Camel passed as Day grew dimT
Around the ruined PumpG
O broken heart O broken limbT
It needs that Camel said to himT
Something more fairy like and slimT
To execute a jumpG
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That Pig lay still as any stoneF
And could not stir a stumpG
Nor ever if the truth were knownF
Was he again observed to moanF
Nor ever wring his hoofs and groanF
Because he could not jumpG
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That Frog made no remark for heE
Was dismal as a dumpG
He knew the consequence must beE
That he would never get his feeE
And still he sits in miserieR
Upon that ruined PumpG
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Little Birds are chokingA
Baronets with bunU
Taught to fire a gunU
Taught I say to splinterR
Salmon in the winterR
Merely for the funU
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Little Birds are hidingA
Crimes in carpet bagsC
Blessed by happy stagsC
Blessed I say though beatenU
Since our friends are eatenU
When the memory flagsC
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Little Birds are tastingA
Gratitude and goldV
Pale with sudden coldV
Pale I say and wrinkledW
When the bells have tinkledW
And the Tale is ToldV

Lewis Carroll



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