Yawcob Strauss and Other Poems/Dot Poodle Dog

by Charles Follen Adams

DOT POODLE DOG.

Mine cracious, vot a gountry,

Und vot a beoples too!

I feel so bad, already,

I don'd know vot to do.

I had von leedle poodle dog,

So handsome vot couldt been;

Und alvays, vheresoe'er I vent,

Dot poodle dog vas seen.

He youst to vollow me aroundt,

In schpite off rain und hail;

Und, oh, der comfort vot I dook

In der vag off dot dog's tail!

Von day I missed mine Schneider,

(Dot vas der poodle's name;)

Und, though I vistled all aroundt,

Dot poodle didn't came.

I looked about der sausage-shops,

(Vhere dey cut some vunny capers.)

Und dold dot he vas schtrayed or stoldt

In all der daily bapers.

I hunted eferyvhere aroundt,—

Oup hill, und down der dale:

Und all der beoples lauft at me

To hear dot poodle's tale.

Von morning early I vas oudt,

A valking oup der schtreet,

Ven righdt avay I seen a sight

Vot schtopped mine heart to beat.

Mine cracious! vot you dink it vas

Dot villed me mit surbrise?

Tvas leedle Schneider vot vas losht,

Righdt dhere pefore mine eyes!

You know schust how id is myself

Ven somedings stardt you, — aindt id?

Vell, ven I saw dot poodle dog,

Py shings! I almost vaulted!

A darky had him on a pole,

Mit pails off vater near.

He used him vashing vindows off:

Mine cracious, dot vas qveer!

He dipped him righdt indo der pail,

Schust like he vas a rag :

Der life vas oudt off dot poodle dog;

Der tail had losht its vag!