For two full hours it may be, whilst a hound
Of the Great Danish breed, that made no sound
Save a deep snarl, below him watching stood
(This portion of my dream was very good).
And much he vowed because of his great pain
That he was the most dashed of all dashed fools
And never would he steal a dog again,
No (strite!) he would not. He recalled the rules
That teachers taught him in the Sunday Schools
And thought on serious happenings and the grave;