The fringes of rebellious rugs,
Or with the mischief of the pup
Chews all my shoes and slippers up,
And when he’s done it to the core,
With eyes all eager pleads for more.
Somewhere upon his hinder legs,
My little doggie sits and begs,
And in a wistful minor tone
Pleads for the pleasures of the bone—
I pray it be his owner’s whim