Guinea Pig Song

i'm a piggy big and chubby,
what can i eat,
hay and pellets,
fruits and veggies,
vitamin C! ,
i sleep,
i poop,
i don't wear pants,
no shoes on my feet,
i'm so great and everyday it's all about me!
(la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la)


i have got my people trained to feed me all day,
rub my back and praise me,
feed me timothy hay,
guinea piggin' can you dig it?
lets dance and say! !
everyone can live their life the guinea pig way!
(la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la)

by victoria rachelle ann brown

Comments (29)

The darkness drops again; but now I know That twenty centuries of stony sleep beautiful thoughts
A PERFECT incantatory poem. Definitely has to be read aloud. Perhaps, the source of more allusions in titles of books, editorials, etc. than any other modern poem- obviously not a positive commentary on modern times.
Fine and lofty verse. Free flight of creativity on winged imagination. A masterful piece of poetry.
There is no replacement for first 4 lines. Truly a great visionary poem.
The poem was composed in 1939, when WWII was gathering steam. In that sense, I agree with Greg- it IS prescient. In the opening image, the falcon (animal nature, predator) is no longer controlled by the falconer (human, royalty, animal restrainer) has lost control. Yeats saw history, among other things, as cyclical, imaged as gyres whose points touch. In the context of the poem, the dominance of Christianity, of Western Civilization, which, Yeats believes, reached its peak around the 11th century (the peak of Byzantine unity of being) , has lost its intellectual, moral and ethical core.20 centuries- 10 rising to a peak,10 falling to its doom. In its place, a new historical cycle begins with the Sphinx- the intellect of a human with the body of the king of the jungle- consummating (shudder in the loins) with an unidentified creature that, impregnated, slouches toward Bethlehem to give birth to a rough beast. This beast will be the personification of the new historical cycle, bringing anarchy and the blood-dimmed tide. I don't think Yeats would have named this beast the Antichrist; he was not, after all, a Christian. But the birth of the beast, the death and destruction it will bring to fruition communicate a striking irony for Christians, for whom The Second Coming of Christ is a time of salvation and rebirth.
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