"'I saw it first—'tis mine—let go!'"
wo little dogs, one summer's day,
Who tired of play had grown,
Discovered lying in their way
A most attractive bone.
'I saw it first—'tis mine—let go!'
The one in anger cried;
'I shan't, how dare you say 'tis so,'
The other one replied.
And so no doubt they wrangled on,
Although I cannot tell
Where those two little dogs have gone,
Or how the fight befell.
But quarrels, as we know, take two,
And some one must give in,
So far the wisest thing to do
Is simply—don't begin.
THE PARKS OF LONDON.—II.
