Och! faith and Saint Peter, They’d graded the street!
DOT GOOD FOR NODINGS DOG
By Fred Emerson Brooks
You vant to buy my dog? Ah, vell,
Dere vasn’t much of him to sell.
His eye vas broke, his leg vas out,
Und ven you ask his pedigree,
Dot make her laugh come out o’ me—
It vas a madder, I be blamed,
About der vich he vas ashamed.