Now Punky felt hurt as he gazed very pert
At the gay spotted pup in the box,
For the pup was all white, save for spots black as night
On his back and his tail, ears and sox.
"Meow!" said the cat, "That pup is too fat
To run or to climb up a tree.
The baby won't like that gay spotted tike
As well as I know he likes me."
Punky said: "He may run, but he won't be much fun,
He may set, or may bark, or may point."
You see, Punky's heart was beginning to smart
And his nose was put clear out of joint.