And then that foolish spotted pup—
I wonder he could do it—
He swallowed that great piece of meat
And never thought to chew it.
At first it tasted very good,
But pretty soon he cried:
'Oh, dear! Oh, dear! I greatly fear
I have a pain inside.
I quite forgot to chew my food—
I won't forget again.
Boo-hoo! Boo-hoo! What shall I do?
I have a dreadful pain!'
When Frances saw the tears run down—
They made a little pool—
She lifted up the spotted pup
And set him on a stool.
'Sit there', said she, 'I won't be long'.
The puppy cried, 'Alack!'
But Frances said, 'Be patient, now,
I'll very soon be back.'
Away she ran, and back she came,
She wasn't gone a minute.
She had a bottle in her hand,
And there was something in it.
'Take this,' said she, 'and you will be
Much better very soon.'
And then she gave him pepsin in
A large-sized table-spoon.
And pretty soon, as Frances said,
The pain had gone away.
'Bow-wow! Bow-wow! I'm better now,'
The spotted pup did say.
And then by every means he knew,
By voice and attitude,
The spotted puppy did his best
To show his gratitude.
So Frances patted him, and said:
'Now, don't forget again
To chew your dinner, or you'll have
Another dreadful pain.'