Child-ren, just look at this queer little Pug,
His small wrin-kled nose, his little black mug!
I fear he’s been naugh-ty at les-sons to-day,
And, like naugh-ty child-ren, he’s pun-ished this way.
He sits on the stool of re-pent-ance, you see;
Poor Pug-gie is gen-tle and meek as can be;
But when at his les-sons he just took a nap,
And that is the rea-son he wears the Fool’s cap.
His neck has an or-na-ment, not like his head,
But a beau-ti-ful lock-et and rib-bon in-stead;