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FITTE THE SIXTH

Eugene Field

That noon a dozen little dears

Were spanked and put to bed

With naught to stay their appetites

But cheerless crusts of bread.

 

That noon a dozen hired girls

Washed out each gown and shirt

Which that exuberant Taylor pup

Had frescoed o'er with dirt.

 

That whole day long the Aprile sun

Smiled sweetly from above

On clotheslines flaunting to the breeze

The emblems mothers love.

 

That whole day long the Taylor pup

This way and that did hie

Upon his mad, erratic course,

Intent on getting dry.

 

That night when Mr. Taylor came

His vesper meal to eat,

He uttered things my pious pen

Would liefer not repeat.

 

Yet still that noble Taylor pup

Survives to romp and bark

And stumble over folks and things

In fair Buena Park.

 

Good sooth, I wot he should be called

Buena's favorite son

Who's sired of such a noble sire

And dammed by every one!