Humour of the North

by Lawrence J. Burpee

So if you ketch heem den, w'at you want to do, ma frien'?

Tell me quickly an' before he get too bad.

"I'd lick your leetle boy Dominique,

I'd lick heem till he's crying purty hard,

An' for fear he's gettin' spile, I'd geev' heem castor ile,

An' I wouldn't let heem play outside de yard."

If you see ma leetle boy Dominique

Hangin' on to poor ole "Billy" by de tail,

W'en dat horse is feelin' gay, lak I see heem yesterday,

I suppose you t'ink he's safer on de jail?