Hubs!—the second follows suit;
Plum!—the wave engulfs the brute.
"That's well ended," Caspar cries,
Puffs away and homeward hies.
But, as often happens, here too
Things don't go as they appear to.
Paul and Peter,—so 'twas fated,—
Naked in the bushes waited
For a swim; and they descry
What was done by wicked Sly.
And like frogs they dove, kechunk,
Where the poor young dogs had sunk.
Quickly each one with his hand
Drags a little dog to land.
