I HAD a little dog and his name was Blue Bell, I gave him some work, and he did it very well; I sent him upstairs to pick up a pin, He stepped in the coal-scuttle up to his chin; I sent him to the garden to pick some sage, He tumbled down and fell in a rage; I sent him to the cellar to draw a pot of beer, He came up again and said there was none there. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWO PROMENADES SENTIMENTALES: 1. RAIN by EDITH SITWELL AFTER THE RAIN by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE CHARM by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. MONTE CARLO by EDWARD CARPENTER LINES FROM A NOTEBOOK - JUNE 1806 by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |