War Dogs of the World War

Copyright, 1919
By John I. Anderson
New York
I have no dog, but it must be
Somewhere there’s one belongs to me—
A little chap with wagging tail,
And dark brown eyes that never quail,
But look you through, and through, and through,
With love unspeakable, but true.
Somewhere it must be, I opine,
There is a little dog of mine
With cold black nose that sniffs around