I am a lucky dog, I know, and all my friends agree The people that I live with now are good as gold to me Because three times I saved a life — and that is why they give Me everything a dog could want — and will, while I shall live.
But I've a conscience, and I must Confess the truth — or else I'll bust! One day the cart that Bobbie drives ran up on pony's heels, And off he bolted! I went, too, and mixed up with the wheels,
Until the cart came to a stop, and Bobbie-boy was saved — Then folks wept o'er the noble way that I, a dog, behaved. ( The truth is, I got in that mix Avoiding pony's vicious kicks! )
Another time, when Bobbie went to play out on the dock He fell into the water there, ( he'd stumbled on a block ); I sprang in after him, of course, and dragged him back to land — Then everybody said the way I acted was “just grand.”
( The rat that I was chasing when I plunged, I never saw again! ) You see this stubby tail of mine? I got that when a car Came near to crushing Bobbie-boy — it gave us all a jar;
I knocked him off the track in time, but one wheel caught my tail And cut it short; it hurt, of course, and I let out a wail — ( The cur that I had hoped to fight Across the street, was out of sight! )
So, though I have n't meant to be a noble brute at all, I have to take the praise they give, and hear them patiently; But there is comfort in this thought — although it may seem small — There are some human heroes who are “posing” — just like me!
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