Away from his good kennel home to any prize dog show.
At last his master whipped Pup Kent and, oh, but he did swear,
Because Kent snapped at Higgens, who was combing his fine hair
And putting on a collar with a chain of golden beads;
Such ornaments Kent could not see that any puppy needs.
At last the royal pup was dressed in pupdom regal style,
And drove in a fine carriage, oh, for many a weary mile,
Until he came to London town, where nothing he could see,
Because all things were hidden with a fog as thick as could be.
Before he'd even time to think, this 'ristocratic pup,