Ma says no, it’s too much care
An’ it will scatter germs an’ hair,
An’ it’s a nuisance through and through.
An’ barks when you don’t want it to;
An’ carries dirt from off the street,
An’ tracks the carpets with its feet.
But it’s a sign he’s growin’ up
When he is longin’ for a pup.
Most every night he comes to me
An’ climbs a-straddle of my knee
An’ starts to fondle me an’ pet,
Then asks me if I’ve found one yet.
An’ ma says: 'Now don’t tell him yes;
You know they make an awful mess.’
An’ starts their faults to catalogue.
But every boy should have a dog.
An’ some night when he comes to me,
Deep in my pocket there will be
The pup he’s hungry to possess
Or else I sadly miss my guess.
For I remember all the joy
A dog meant to a little boy
Who loved it in the long ago,
The joy that’s now his right to know.
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