DOGGEREL.
SWEET lady, I come,
Prince is my name;
I hope that you'll be
A very kind dame;
Don't look with contempt
Upon my small size,
But see and admire
My wonderful eyes.
Of one thing I'm fond,
A chicken's sweet bone;
One thing I hate,
'Tis to be left alone;
I'm a puppy you see,
Must yelp and must cry
A little—don't kick
As me you pass by.
Your friends and yourself
I'm bound to defend;
They say I am smart
To my narrative's end;
If you will be kind,
Through sunshine and fog,
In me you will find
A considerable dog.
Prince is my name;
I hope that you'll be
A very kind dame;
Don't look with contempt
Upon my small size,
But see and admire
My wonderful eyes.
Of one thing I'm fond,
A chicken's sweet bone;
One thing I hate,
'Tis to be left alone;
I'm a puppy you see,
Must yelp and must cry
A little—don't kick
As me you pass by.
Your friends and yourself
I'm bound to defend;
They say I am smart
To my narrative's end;
If you will be kind,
Through sunshine and fog,
In me you will find
A considerable dog.
