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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Toby's Tail.
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Toby's Tail.
I was a gay fox-terrier dog,
And hunted every day,
I hunted every living thing
That chanced to run my way.
And hunted every day,
I hunted every living thing
That chanced to run my way.
Until one day to the sea-side
The children made me go,
It is a salt and sandy place
Where dreadful creatures grow.
The children made me go,
It is a salt and sandy place
Where dreadful creatures grow.
It was a creepy-crawly thing
That sideways hurried past,
I thought it was a thing to hunt
Because it went so fast.
That sideways hurried past,
I thought it was a thing to hunt
Because it went so fast.
I sniffed it as it hurried by,
I touched it with my toes,
And quick as thought it raised a claw
And held me by the nose.
I touched it with my toes,
And quick as thought it raised a claw
And held me by the nose.
The children parted nose and crab,
That parting who can paint?
They carried me the two miles home
Because I was so faint.
That parting who can paint?
They carried me the two miles home
Because I was so faint.
Since then I am an altered dog,
I sit at home and sigh;
I dare not even hunt a snail
So coward a thing am I!
I sit at home and sigh;
I dare not even hunt a snail
So coward a thing am I!
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