XVII.

And now her leg
And fur are new,
And she can run
To me and you.

XVIII.

The bad old dog
Did go a-way,
And in a pit
He hid all day.

XIX.

As out he ran,
A man sat by—
He had a gun—
The dog did die!

XX.

For the big man
Was sad for Mop,
And so his gun
Did go off—pop!

XXI.

And now my Mop
All day can run,
And get her nap
Out in the sun;