The Dog Confesses

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 haven'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!