  J im Brown stood at the farmer's door— 'I want a job,' he said. 'Well, lad, have you done aught before?' But Jim just shook his head; An idler boy he'd always been Than any in the village seen. 'Well, tell me now, what can you do?' 'Oh, anything,' said Jim. 'Oh, anything!' said Farmer Grey; Then looking hard at him— 'Well, drive these pigs to neighbour Pratt— 'Tis time they went, they're prime and fat.' Jim drove the pigs from out the yard, But, ere they'd gone a mile, One pig went squealing down the road, And one towards a stile; And while Jim pondered what to do, The naughty pig just wriggled through. Just then the farmer chanced to pass; 'Hullo!' said he, 'what's wrong?' And when he saw Jim's downcast face, He laughed both loud and long. 'My lad,' said he, with knowing wink, 'You're not as clever as you think.' C. D. Bogle. |
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