THE DOGGIES' PROMENADE

hree dogs went out for a promenade,

All on a summer's day.

There was Mr. Dog and Mrs. Dog,

And little Doggie Tray.

Old Papa Dog wore a stove-pipe hat

And a button-hole bouquet,

And a bamboo cane, and a gold watch-chain,

And a suit of parson gray.

And Mama Dog had a new silk gown,

And a bonnet trimmed with blue,

And a high-heeled boot on each dainty foot,

And a brooch and bracelets, too.

Wee Baby Dog had a round Scotch cap,

And a kilt way down to his knee,

And satin bows all over his clothes,

And pockets -- one, two, three.

And as they walked down the crowded street,

They were proud as proud could be;

For they were dressed in their very best,

As everyone could see.

But a mischievous cat on the sidewalk stood,

No coat, no hat had she.

So she laughed at the dress and the pompousness

Of the dog and his family,

Mr. Dog growled deep, and sprang at the cat,

And chased her up and down

With an angry cry, and a flashing eye,

Throughout the wondering town.

But he tripped in his haste 'gainst a big round stone,

And fell in the slippery street;

And when he arose, lo! his stylish clothes

Were mud from head to feet.

And Mrs. Dog when she saw his plight

With horror swooned away,

And sank right down with her silken gown

On a heap of soft red clay.

Wee Baby Dog was in sad distress:

He sought for his cap in vain;

His kilt was torn; he was all forlorn,

And his tears fell down like rain.

But the roguish cat at her fireside sat

And thought of her fun that day;

And she jumped and danced, and purred and pranced,

At the doggies running away.

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