The Extraordinary Dog

When mother takes me calling
I say, “Oh, please and please
Let's visit with the folks who own
The funny Pekinese!”

I walk around him softly
Upon my tipsey-toes;
He sits so queer and solemn there,
So scornful in the nose.

I wonder very often:
Suppose I gave a sneeze,
A loud “Kerchoo!” what would he do,
The pompous Pekinese?
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