DANCE, DOGGIE, DANCE.
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Now, Fido, I have dressed you up In cap, and coat, and cape; No, no, indeed my little friend, You cannot yet escape! Papa has seen a foreign dog Dressed up like you in France, And says that little poodle pup Was quickly taught to dance. Come, Fido, now you must be good, I will not hurt you there; Now stand upon your hinder-legs And lift them in the air. Listen—I will hum the tune And you must dance with me; I want both paws, sir, if you please. Come, Fido—one, two, three! "Good doggie! as I've taught you that— Oh dear! he's run away. The naughty dog! he sees a cat. Come here, sir! Fido, stay! There now, he's off and won't come back; We'll dance no more to-day; And Fido's got my dress and cape— Oh! what will mother say?"
