Quite a nice dog is laid below, His name nobody seemed to know— If any of his folks pass by, He was a dog with one blind eye. The other one was not quite new But always saw enough for two; And, though both ears were badly bit, He never seemed to think of it; Nor did he mind his crooked leg— He used it to sit up and beg— In color he was rather fair (Though darker where he had most hair.) His way with other dogs was mild, While, as for cats—he merely smiled! His was a heart too kind to bite— He only let you @3think he might!@1 So, when he died, it was a shame No one could call him by his name— For such a dog, it seemed too sad— We were the only folks he had! |