The Unborn Pigs to their Patron

“Nobody has so much interest in the demand for pork as the Pig.”—Dean Inge.

Dear Mr. Dean, we Pigs Unborn,
Who else might pine forsaken
In antenatal state forlorn—
Still yearning to be bacon—

We bless you, thoughtfullest of men,
Our Patron Saint of Pork,
Who help us, first with kindly pen,
And next with knife and fork !

Some folk would save the Actual Sheep,
The Living Ox assist :
Your sympathies descend, more deep,
To Pigs that Don’t Exist.

Two things you heed (and this might
A scoffer cause for laughter : [give
Our “interests” before we live,
Your gastronomics after.