A farm there was, with a poultry-yard,
⁠Where roved an old bantam about;
And laid at his ease, a pig was barr'd
⁠In a sty close by without.

A lamb moreover was raised up there;
⁠We know it does so befall:
Together in farms these animals fare,
⁠And in good company all.

"Well, with your leave," said the pig one day
⁠To the lamb, "what a happy life!
And healthful too, to be sleeping away,
⁠One's time without cares or strife!

"I say there is nothing, as I am a pig,
⁠Like sleeping, stretch'd out at ease;
Let the world go round with its whirligig,
⁠And cares just as it may please."

The other the contrary chanced to tell
⁠The same little lamb, to take heed;
"Look, innocent! here, to live right well,
⁠Sleep very little indeed.