Our doggie 's dot puppies; I tounted des five,
Their eyes are not open an' yet they're alive,
An' they will not wake up, nor take a sly peep,
For the reason I des they were born in their sleep.

There's two of 'em brindle an' three of 'em dark,
But none of the puppies has dot any bark;
My papa says: " Wait, only div 'em a chance,
An' they 'll all have their coats, collars, cuffs, an' pants. "

Papa says we 've too many, an' picks out the best,
One 's papa's, one mamma's, one mine — but the rest
Must be drowned in the water down under the fall,
Leaving poor mother doggie no puppy at all.

She ought to have one for herself, I should say,
But papa des laughed, as he took two away,
So I told mother doggie if she would n't whine,
And would promise to feed him, I'd des loan her mine.