I like to see my little dog
Hop round me on the floor,
Unnaturally vertical
As dogs were not before.

It is no earthly use to him, —
No earthly use to me, —
But I delight in it because
It proves my sovereignty.

I like to seem him hold a lump
Of sugar on his paw,
And never dare to eat it up
Till I lay down the law.

I watch his slow disjointed meals
With pleasure most refined —
It shows how powerful I am
To make the creature mind.

God made him on four legs to run,
No doubt with purpose good;
But I can make him hop on two,
And go without his food!