Thorns may hurt you, men desert you, sunlight turn to fog; but you're never friendless ever, if you have a dog. With eye upraised his master's look to scan, The joy, the solace, and the aid of man: The rich man's guardian and the
poor man's friend, The only creature faithful to the end. Now he shares my board and he owns my bed, And he fairly shouts when he hears my tread; Then, if things go wrong, as they sometimes do, and the world is cold, and I'm feeling
blue He asserts his right to assuage my woes With a warm, red tongue and a nice, cold nose And a silky head on my arm or knee And a paw as softas a paw can be.
When we rove the
woods for a league about He's as full of pranks as a school let out; For he romps and frisks like a three months' colt, And he runs
me down like a thunderbolt. Oh, the blithest of sights in the world so fair Is a gay little pup with his tail in the air!