Our friends and all about them By Edith Bland [i.e. E. Nesbit]. Illustrated by Louisa, Marchioness of Waterford, Fanny Moody and W. Gilbert Foster |
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A Warning.
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A Warning.
Young TIM, the pup, went out one day
And stood by Toby's kennel-bed,
Where Toby gently dozing lay;
And naughty Tim, he barked and said:
And stood by Toby's kennel-bed,
Where Toby gently dozing lay;
And naughty Tim, he barked and said:
“I know you hate to see me here,
I know that if you could, you'd bite,
But as you're chained I have no fear,
I mean to stand here, just for spite.
I know that if you could, you'd bite,
But as you're chained I have no fear,
I mean to stand here, just for spite.
“You never let me cross the yard,
To cross it is my only joy;
Your chain won't break—pull hard, pull hard,
You do amuse me dear old boy!”
To cross it is my only joy;
Your chain won't break—pull hard, pull hard,
You do amuse me dear old boy!”
Toby did pull—but never spoke,
While Tim stood jeering close to him,
Till, all at once, the strong chain broke,
And now there's nothing left of Tim.
While Tim stood jeering close to him,
Till, all at once, the strong chain broke,
And now there's nothing left of Tim.
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