In order to make themselves as self-sufficient as possible, the family invested in two cows, pigs, and chickens.  Below is Wynne’s fond take on her pigs:

Wynne’s own poem, covered by her whispering to the pigs picture, reads as follows:

They say you cannot love a sow
But Oh! dear Creena mine
I love thy very tail that wags
Thou dear and gentle swine.

I love the sweet aroma
That arises from thy house,
I love that gentle sucking sound
I hear at thy carouse.

The cow has but a vacant mind
No subtle brain has she,
Her milk is rare, but can’t compare
To the pearls thou giv’st to me.