Puggie in Disgrace.
Reading edition
Child-ren, just look at this queer little Pug,
His small wrin-kled nose, his little black mug!
I fear he’s been naugh-ty at les-sons to-day,
And, like naugh-ty child-ren, he’s pun-ished this way.
He sits on the stool of re-pent-ance, you see;
Poor Pug-gie is gen-tle and meek as can be;
But when at his les-sons he just took a nap,
And that is the rea-son he wears the Fool’s cap.
His neck has an or-na-ment, not like his head,
But a beau-ti-ful lock-et and rib-bon in-stead;
So you see that to some one the dog-gie is dear,
Al-though they all tease him I very much fear.
From Ho-race, the eld-est, to lit-tle Miss May,
All in-sist that Poor Pug-gie should join in their play;
Some-times they pet him, and some-times they tease,
But he bears it all pa-tient-ly, eager to please.
He rolls his big eyes, or just heaves a sigh,
And thinks they’ll make up for it all by and by.
For Pug-gie is greed-y, and bears a great deal
For the sake of some cakes or a good heart-y meal.
But though he is greed-y, his faults are but few,
He is lov-ing and hon-est, de-vo-ted and true.
If our two-foot-ed friends were as faith-ful as he
Ve-ry for-tu-nate peo-ple I think we should be.
