Newborn Piglets

Seven newborn piglets Clambered greedily to suck, Six succeeding in their mission While the runt was out of luck. As their mother lay, exhausted, All her babes knew what to do Though the smallest was prevented, By his sibs, in getting through. We, the visitors, felt helpless And were sounding the alarm, But the workers weren't bothered At the Quiet Valley Farm. For, though "Charlotte's Web" thoughts hovered, We hoped all would be okay Since the farmers seemed quite trusting, Letting Nature lead the way.