YES, here I 'm muzzled, fast and tight, From North to South, from West to East -- I, who have hardly learned to bite, And never harmed a human beast. They said, because I ran and hid, I went to have a private fit; They called me mad, when all I did Was growl a little bit. And when they doused me soaking wet, They poked me out with pole and broom, And caught me in a horrid net, And dragged me to a dirty room. And when I panted as I slid, They said "Aha!" and kicked and hit And used the hose. But all I did Was growl a little bit. But Freddy, when they went away, Brought a big rag to sop me up, And lovely waffles on a tray, And new milk in a china cup. He fed me through the net, dear kid, And said, "Now take some more of it." I could n't thank him: all I did Was growl a little bit. It hurts me most to make my bed In such a dusty, dirty mess. For "cleanliness," my father said, "Is next, my dears, to dogliness. Now, puppies, do as you are bid," He said; "be gentledogs or quit." Of course he knew that all I did Was growl a little bit. "Don't get big heads like Cerberus, Or bay the Dog-star late at night; Be brave, and don't be quarrelous, But when you're forced to fighting, fight." I've sniffed at many a pantry-lid, And barked at cats that scream and spit, But this time, surely, all I did Was growl a little bit. There's a fine place, my mother thinks, Where good dogs go when they are dead. But my wise father only blinks And gnaws his bone, and shakes his head. But they agree I'll not be chid Up there, nor muzzled, kicked, or hit, If it is sure that all I did Was growl a little bit. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FALLING ASLEEP by SIEGFRIED SASSOON EPITAPH ON CHARLES II by JOHN WILMOT ODE TO LUDLOW CASTLE by LUCY AIKEN LONG DELAYED by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM THE ENEMY by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE TO THE MEMORY OF A FRIEND WHO DIED ON SABBATH MORNING by ELIZABETH BOGART |