Pity the sorrows of a Poor Little Dog.

There was a little dog

And he had a little tail,

And he used to wag, wag, wag it,

Whenever he was glad:

But whenever he was sad,

On the ground he would drag, drag, drag it.

He had a little nose,

As of course you will suppose,

And on it a muz-muz-muzzle

And to get if off he'd try,

Till a tear came in his eye,

But he found it a puz-puz-puzzle.

He'd sometimes find a bone,

When he'd sniff it with a groan,

Because he couldn't gnaw, gnaw, gnaw it;

And he'd say as on he went,

With his head in anguish bent,

“I'm sorry that I saw, saw, saw it.”