THE DOGS GO FOR A WALK

Evening Star, Issue 21073, 9 April 1932, Page 5

THE DOGS GO FOR A WALK

Three dogs went out for a promenade All on a summer’s day. There was Mr Dog and Mrs Dog And little Doggie Tray. Old Papa Dog wore a stovepipe hat And a buttonhole bouquet. And a bamboo cane and a gold watchchain, And a suit of parson grey. And Mamma Dog had a new silk gown, And a bonnet trimmed with blue, And a high-heeled boot on each dainty foot, And a brooch and bracelets, too. Wee Baby Dog had a round Scotch cap And a kilt way down to his knee, And satin bows all over his clothes, And pockets—one, two, three. And as they walked down the crowded street They were proud as proud could be, For they were dressed in their very best, As everyone could see. But a mischievous cat on the sidewalk stood, No coat, no hat had she; So she laughed at the dress and the pompousness Of the dog and his family. Mr Dog growled deep, and sprang at the cat And chased her up and down, With angry cry and a flashing eye Throughout the wondering town. But he tripped in his haste ’gainst a big round stone, And fell in the slippery street; And when he arose, lo! his stylish clothes Were mud from head to feet. And Mrs Dog, when she saw his plight, With horror swooned away, And sank right down, with her silken gown, On a heap of soft red clay. Wee Baby Dog was in sad distress; He sought for his cap in vain. His kilt was torn, he was all forlorn, And his tears fell down like rain. But the roguish cat at her fireside sat, And thought of her fun that day; And she jumped and danced and purred and pranced At the dogs that ran away.