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    The Collected Poems of Freddy the Pig
    The Collected Poems of Freddy the Pig
    The Collected Poems of Freddy the Pig
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    The Collected Poems of Freddy the Pig

    By Walter R. Brooks and Kurt Wiese

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    The weather, all animals (with special emphasis on the peculiar attributes of pigs), joy and sorrow, the utility of facial features, and a world of other subjects are poetically worked over by the world’s most distinguished pig-of-letters, Freddy—the Bard of Bean Farm.

    Whether he’s happy or sad Freddy is ever the poet, and his verse—both heavy and light—has created an international fuss among the less gifted pigs and poets. And if Freddy’s poetry seems a bit hammy in spots, well . . .
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherOpen Road Integrated Media
    Release dateDec 23, 2014
    ISBN9781497692282
    The Collected Poems of Freddy the Pig
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    Walter R. Brooks

    Walter R. Brooks (1886-1958) is the beloved author of 26 books about Freddy the Pig. He edited for magazines, including The New Yorker. In addition to the Freddy books, Brooks created the character Mr. Ed the Talking Horse.

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      The Collected Poems of Freddy the Pig - Walter R. Brooks

      Spring and Other Things

      ODE TO SPRING

      O spring, O spring,

      You wonderful thing!

      O spring, O spring, O spring!

      O spring, O spring,

      When the birdies sing

      I feel like a king,

      O spring!

      SPRING SONG

      Hooray for the spring! What a glorious feeling!

      All the little lambs on the hillsides squealing!

      Tighten up your braces! Tuck in your shirt!

      All the little green things growing in the dirt!

      BUDS AND PEEPERS

      Spring is in the air;

      Birds are flying north;

      And though trees are bare,

      Now they’re putting forth

      Leaves. The fields are green.

      Sun is getting higher.

      Monday Mr. Bean

      Put out the furnace fire.

      Birds are building nests;

      In the swamp are peepers;

      Men discard their vests;

      Eggs are getting cheaper.

      ON A WALK IN THE RAIN

      When I set out upon this tour,

      I thought the skies would be much bluer.

      When I set out upon this tramp,

      How could I know ’twould be so damp?

      When I set out on this excursion,

      I did not think it meant submersion.

      When I set out upon this trip

      I should have started in a ship.

      ODE TO THE NORTH POLE

      O Pole, O Pole, O glorious Pole!

      To you I sing this song,

      Where bedtime comes but once a year,

      Since the nights are six months long.

      Yes, the nights are six months long, my dears,

      And the days are the same, you see,

      So breakfast and supper each last a week,

      And dinner sometimes three.

      Then there’s tea and lunch, and we sometimes munch

      Occasional snacks between—

      Such mountains of candies and cakes and pies

      Have never before been seen.

      Let the wild winds howl about the Pole,

      Let the snowflakes swirl and swoop;

      We’re snug and warm and safe from harm

      And they’re bringing in the soup.

      We’ll sit at the table as long as we’re able,

      We’ll rise and stretch, and then,

      Since there’s nothing to do but gobble and chew,

      We’ll sit right down again.

      We’ll tuck our napkins under our chins

      To keep our waistcoats neat,

      And then we’ll eat and eat and eat

      And eat and eat and eat

      ODE TO NOTHING

      Let others sing of fall and spring,

      Of love and dove, of eyes and sighs;

      My song is not of anything;

      It tells no whats, it gives no whys.

      And is it sad? Or is it gay?

      I do not know. I cannot say.

      It seeks no meaning to convey,

      It has no subject, point or plot.

      It must mean something, you will say—

      But I assure you it does not.

      No scowls across my features creep,

      No tears bedew my handkerchief;

      I do not try to make you weep,

      To moan with anguish, sob with grief.

      Contrariwise, no

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