 | [Poems by Dodge in] St. Nicholas book of verse |  |
THE PAMPERED POODLE
There was once a little poodle, who so lost his self-respect
That his honest tail refused to do his wagging.
“For in truth”—the tail explanified—“I cannot but object
To the petting he submits to, and the nagging.
That his honest tail refused to do his wagging.
“For in truth”—the tail explanified—“I cannot but object
To the petting he submits to, and the nagging.
“I scorn to wag for any dog who cannot gnaw a bone
Without whining for a nurse to come and chop it,
And who sits all day, be-ribboned, like a puppet on a throne,
And I'll never wag again if he don't stop it.
Without whining for a nurse to come and chop it,
And who sits all day, be-ribboned, like a puppet on a throne,
And I'll never wag again if he don't stop it.
“What with bibs, and bows, and baskets, and mummery forlorn,
And laziness, and nonsense, he 's a noodle!
And, now you know my reasons, can you wonder that I scorn
To wag for so ridiculous a poodle!”
And laziness, and nonsense, he 's a noodle!
And, now you know my reasons, can you wonder that I scorn
To wag for so ridiculous a poodle!”
| [Poems by Dodge in] St. Nicholas book of verse | |