They are back in print--the verse stylings of Freddy the Pig. He's been a detective, pilot, cowboy, adventurer, and more. Why not a poet?
Of all pigs he's the pink of perfection Of all pigs he's the pearl beyond price; Though by no means the biggest Of all pigs he's the piggest, And that will go everywhere twice.
The weather, all animals (with special emphasis on the 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.
Whether he is happy or sad, Freddy is ever the poet, his verse--both heavy and light--having created an international fuss among less gifted pigs and poets. It is all hearty good fun, and most of it rhymes. If Freddy's poetry seems a bit hammy in spots, well, that is to be expected.
