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Walter And His Dog

There was a little boy,
  And he had a piece of bread,
And he put his little cap
  On his head, head, head.

Upon his hobby horse
  Then he went to take a ride,
With his pretty Spaniel Flash
  By his side, side, side.

Little Walter was his name,
  And he said to little Flash,
"Let us gallop round the house,
  With a dash, dash, dash."

So he laid down his bread
  In a snug little place,
And away Walter went
  For a race, race, race.

But Flash had a plan,
  In his little roguish head,
Of taking to himself
  Walter's bread, bread, bread.

So he watched for a moment
  When Walter did not look,
And the nice piece of bread
  Slyly took, took, took.

When Walter saw the rogue,
  He cried, "O, naughty Flash;"
And he showed his little whip
  With a lash, lash, lash.

But Flash looked so good-natured,
  With his tail curled up behind,
That his aunty said to Walter,
  "Never mind, mind, mind."

"Flash is nothing but a puppy;
  So, Walter, do not worry;
If he knew that he'd done wrong,
  He'd be sorry, sorry, sorry;"

"And don't be angry, Walter,
  That Flash has had a treat;
Here's another piece of bread
  You may eat, eat, eat."

So Walter ate his bread,
  And then to Flash he cried,
"Come, you saucy little dog,
  Let us ride, ride, ride."