Every time I log into Facebook, and see this:
my mind straight away replies:
“A Wolf!” Pig cried.
And then I launch into the rest of the poem (just in my mind, you understand – not out loud for everyone to hear).
“What’s on your mind?” “A Wolf!” Pig cried.
“I know you’ve dealt with wolves before,
“And now I’ve got one at my door!”
“My darling Pig,” she said, “my sweet,
“That’s something really up my street,
“I’ve just begun to wash my hair,
“But when it’s dry, I’ll be right there.”
I run out at about that stage, not because I don’t know the rest, but because that’s when I catch up with myself doing it. I know the whole thing off by heart; it’s one of just two poems that I still know in their entirety from my school years when I took speech and drama lessons. I’m sure it would be just the thing for sophisticated soirees.
You will receive the admiration of your peers (your peers being the people who drop by here from time to time, or if everyone else is too mean to offer their admiration, at the very least you will have my admiration) if you can identify the poem and the poet, sans google, of course.
Further admiration available for those who ‘fess up to what their party piece is.