I HAVE no dog, but it must be
Somewhere there's one belongs to
me—-
A little chap with wagging tail,
And dark brown eyes that never quail,
But look you through, and through, and
through,
With love unspeakable, but true.
Somewhere it must be, I opine,
There is a little dog of mine
With cold black nose that sniffs around
In search of what things may be found
In pocket, or some nook hard by,
Where I have hid them from his eye.
Somewhere my doggie pulls and tugs
The fringes of rebellious rugs,
Or with the mischief of the pup
Chews all my shoes and slippers up,
And, when he's done it to the core,
With eyes all eager, pleads for more.
Somewhere, upon his hinder legs,
My little doggie sits and begs,
And in a wistful minor tone
Pleads for the pleasures of the bone—
I pray it be his owner's whim
To yield and grant the same to him!
Somewhere a little dog doth wait,
It may be by some garden gate,
With eyes alert, and tail attent—
You know the kind of tail that's
meant—
With stores of yelps of glad delight
To bid me welcome home at night.
Somewhere a little dog is seen,
His nose two shaggy paws between,
Flat on his stomach, one eye shut,
Held fast in dreamy slumber, but
The other opened ready for
His master coming through the door.
John Kendrick Bangs.
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