Pity the sorrows of a Poor Little Dog.
There was a little dog
And he had a little tail,
And he used to wag, wag, wag it,
Whenever he was glad:
But whenever he was sad,
On the ground he would drag, drag, drag it.
He had a little nose,
As of course you will suppose,
And on it a muz-muz-muzzle
And to get if off he'd try,
Till a tear came in his eye,
But he found it a puz-puz-puzzle.
He'd sometimes find a bone,
When he'd sniff it with a groan,
Because he couldn't gnaw, gnaw, gnaw it;
And he'd say as on he went,
With his head in anguish bent,
“I'm sorry that I saw, saw, saw it.”
