| Though well he rides and does the trick, |
| The bull-dog's pace he finds too quick; |
| On yonder limb he'll get a hold, |
| And leave the bull-dog in the cold. |
| He swings himself high in the air, |
| And takes his bicycle up there; |
| Then with his pump he'll downward slip, |
| And let the bull-dog get a grip. |
| The bull-dog never will let go. |
| Though he's pumped full of air, and so |
