Dogs

I HAVE many little doggie friends; There’s Jip who wags at both his ends, And Buddie like a ball of silk, Who laps the cream and sniffs at milk, And Judie with her rubber ball Who never minds me when I call, And Rab who runs before the horse,-- I love to hear him bark, of course, ’Cept sometimes he most barks in two, And then I wish he’d stop, don’t you?