Poems (Rice)/Doggerel
DOGGEREL.
SWEET lady, I come, Prince is my name; I hope that you'll be A very kind dame; Don't look with contempt Upon my small size, But see and admire My wonderful eyes. Of one thing I'm fond, A chicken's sweet bone; One thing I hate, 'Tis to be left alone;I'm a puppy you see, Must yelp and must cry A little—don't kick As me you pass by. Your friends and yourself I'm bound to defend; They say I am smart To my narrative's end; If you will be kind, Through sunshine and fog, In me you will find A considerable dog.