CHARLIE'S LITTLE DOG.
Recitation-By J. C Murphy.
Charlie had a little dog,
His hair was black as jet,
And everywhere that Charlie went
The dog went, too, you bet.
He followed him to school one day,
Which happened to be near,
And when the teacher booted him out,
He walked off on his ear.
Returning home he met a cow,
And at this cow did fly,
He tossed him up five hundred feet,
Now how is that for high?
The dog he never came down again,
And Charlie was left a mourner,
For the dog he stuck on the steeple top
Of the little church round the corner.
The dog never appeared again,
No dog like this could he see;
Charlie would say as the dogs passed by:
Shoo, fly, don't bother me.
When Charlie heard his darling's fate
Scarcely a word he said,
But toddled home, and weeping said:
Please put me in my little bed.