Dobbin
Old Dobbin lives in grandpa’s barn
The whole long winter through,
But when the summer comes again,
He has much work to do.
And so he gets up while it’s dark,
And eats a little hay.
Before I am awake at all,
He’s ready for the day.
He never says he’d like to rest,
And I never saw him frown;
It’s “Dobbin here” and “Dobbin there”—
He trudges up and down.
A little boy, when summer comes,
May run, and shout, and play,
But Dobbin works from morn till night,
Each sunny, summer day.
