The Quarrelsome Dogs
Old Tray and rough Growler are having a fight,
So let us get out of their way;
They snarl, and they growl, and they bite,
Oh dear, what a terrible fray!
Good Little Dog
I will not hurt my little dog,
But stroke and pat his head;
I like to see him wag his tail,
I like to see him fed.
Poor little thing, how very good,
And very useful too.
For don't you know that he will mind
What he is bid to do?
Then I will never hurt my dog,
Nor ever give him pain;
But treat him kindly every day,
And he'll love me again.
Puss And Rover
Our Pussy she is white,
Our Rover he is black,
And yet he licks Pussy's face
While she stands on his back.
Our Pussy she is little,
Our Rover he is big,
And yet he likes the Pussy
Much better than the pig.
Our Pussy she is young,
And Rover he is old,
And yet he likes the Pussy
More than tons of gold.
Our Pussy she is good,
And so is Rover too,
So Pussy says, "Ta, ta." "Good-bye,"
And Rover says "Adieu."
Don't Tease Dogs
Foolish Edward runs away,
From the large dog with the bone;
If we do not tease or chide,
Dogs will leave us quite alone.
No Breakfast for Growler
No, naughty Growler, get away,
You shall not have a bit;
Now when I speak, how dare you stay?
I can't spare any, Sir, I say,
And so you need not sit.
Poor Growler! do not make him go,
But recollect, before,
That he has never served you so,
For you have given him many a blow,
That patiently he bore.
Poor growler! if he could but speak,
He'd tell (as well as he might)
How he would bear with many a freak,
And wag his tail, and look so meek,
And neither bark nor bite.
Upon his back he lets you ride,
All round and round the yard;
And now, while sitting by your side,
To have a bit of bread denied,
Is really very hard.
And all your little tricks he'll bear,
And never seem to mind;
And yet you say you cannot spare
One bit of breakfast for his share,
Although he is so kind.
Good Dog Tray
Good Dog Tray
Watched Tommy t'other day,
In the garden fast asleep:
Good Dog Tray.
Poor Old Tray
See, here is poor old Tray;
Good dog to run so fast,
To meet my sister May and me,
Now school is o'er at last.
Oh! how I love you, Tray,
You are so kind to me;
You run beside me in my walks,
You sit by me at tea.
'Tis true that I give you bits
Of cake and bread and meat;
But I'm sure you'd love as well
If you had nought to eat.
For faithful, true, and kind
Is our old darling Tray;
He guards our dwelling all the night,
And plays with us by day.
Doggy minds the House
"Come hither, little puppy dog,
I'll give you a nice new collar,
If you will learn to read your book
And be a clever scholar."
"No, no!" replied the puppy dog,
"I've other fish to fry,
"For I must learn to guard your house,
And bark when thieves come nigh."

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