There was a little Guinea pig,
Who, being little, was not big,
He always walked upon his feet,
And never fasted when he eat.

When from a place he ran away,
He never at the place did stay,
And when he ran, as I am told,
He ne'er stood still for young or old.

He often squeak’d, and sometime vi’lent,
And when he squeak’d he ne'er was silent.
Tho’ ne'er instructed by a cat,
He knew a mouse was not a rat.

One day, as I am certify’d,
He took a whim and fairly dy’d;
And as I am told by men of sense,
He ne'er has been living since.