Bad Doggie

There was a little doggie,
Who followed after me.
I told him he was naughty,
And not to follow me.
But he was a little doggie,
And may be lose it's way,
and too young to listen or even to obey.
I didn't say a word to mom or dad,
And I hid that dog away.
I put him in my bed room,
And told him for to stay.
Boy, I did get into trouble,
For locking him in my room.
He left three big puddles,
Now what am I to do,
He pulled my blankets on the floor,
And my pillow he did chew.
After mom and dad found out,
I got punished too.
Then that doggie had to go,
And I am feeling blue,
For I miss that little doggie,
And I bet he miss me too.

by Bertha M. Coddington

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