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Bob has the dearest dog! But no one knows Exactly just the kind of dog he is; Bob tried to get him into lots of shows, Where there were nice new kennels, rows on rows, And every single sort of dog but his.

The judges always looked him up and down; They'd pat his head and shake his little paw— And one man said: "Wherever in this town Did you discover, Son, this here cheesehoun'? I tell you, he's a dog without a flaw."

"But we can't tell you, now, what we can do, For this here dog is in a class alone. It's certain that you'd take a prize or two, And carry home rosettes of red or blue, If any others of this breed were shown."

So Bob comes home and wears a downcast face; But Chummy (that's his name) is blythe and gay, Because he'd rather be in his own place Under the table, when Dad's saying grace, Than in some funny dog-show far away.