Punky Dunk and the Gold Fish

THIS LITTLE STORY IS TOLD AND THE LITTLE PICTURES WERE DRAWN FOR A GOOD LITTLE CHILD NAMED ----------------------

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Punky Dunk, so fat, was a black and white cat

Of exceedingly tender years.

He had black on his nose and the tips of his toes,

On the end of his tail and his ears.

He cast his lot in a very soft spot

For his bed was a box full of straw,

And he slept all night with his eyes shut tight

And his little black nose on his paw.

Punky Dunk would peep, though he seemed asleep,

At the bird in its cage of brass,

And his tail he swayed when the gold fish played

In their clear little bowl of glass.

"Though my coat's like silk from my drinking milk,"

He would say, "I often wish

I might change my food——as I think I should——

To a meal on a nice plump fish."

So he winked his eye and he heaved a sigh,

And he said: "I really think

That it would be grand to jump on that stand

And see how the fishes drink."

The fish globe round he reached with a bound

And stood with his paws on the rim

Looking in with an air that was certain to scare

The fish as they looked at him.

His cunning head bent and his little nose went

Right down, while his tongue flashed red——

When, O, what a sight! The fish in their fright

Splashed water all over his head.

And Punky Dunk howled and Punky Dunk yowled

And Punky Dunk fell to the floor,

And he bristled and spat like a terrified cat

As he fled through the dining room door.

In the big glass bowl, when the waves ceased to roll

All the little gold fish were so glad

That each wiggled his fins as he said through his grins:

"That's the most fun we ever have had."

Now Punky Dunk lies on the floor and he sighs:

"It is best for a cat to be good,

For I cannot forget how I got my coat wet

When I didn't do just as I should."