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There was a little man,

And he had a little dog;

And he said: “Little dog, you must stay, stay, stay,

Playing here by the house,

As peaceful as a mouse,

And never hoist your tail and away, ’way, ’way—

And never hoist your tail and away.”

Then said this little pup,

At its master looking up:

“I know, little master, you are cute, cute, cute;

But if you will allow

Such a question, tell me, now,

What the dickens do you want with a brute, brute, brute?

What the dickens do you want with a brute?”

Then the little man did stare,

And up rose his little hair;

And his cheeks with fear grew pale, pale, pale,

As he said: “I do propose,

Soon as you have found your nose,

To kill by the dozen little quail, quail, quail—

To kill by the dozen little quail.”

At this the puppy grinned,

Like a mischief-making fiend,

As he whined: “You cannot come it upon me, me, me.

You would have me lie around

In a back-yard, like a hound,

And become a paradise for the flea, flea, flea—

And become a paradise for the flea.”

When the toil of day had flown,

Little man, with little bone,

Went out where the little dog ought to be, be, be;

He whistled, and he called,

He patted, and he bawled,

But nary little dog could he see, see, see—

But nary little dog could he see.

Next day he chanced to stop

By a sausage maker’s shop,

And something that he saw made him holler, holler, holler;

For there in the street,

All bloody, at his feet,

Lay his poor little dog’s leather collar, collar, collar—

Lay his poor little dog’s leather collar.