To a Lady with an Unruly and Ill-mannered Dog Who Bit several Persons of Importance

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Your dog is not a dog of grace;He does not wag the tail or beg;He bit Miss Dickson in the face;He bit a Bailie in the leg.

What tragic choices such a dogPresents to visitor or friend!Outside there is the Glasgow fog;Within, a hydrophobic end.

Yet some relief even terror brings,For when our life is cold and grayWe waste our strength on little things,And fret our puny souls away.

A snarl! A scruffle round the room!A sense that Death is drawing near!And human creatures reassumeThe elemental robe of fear.

So when my colleague makes his moanOf careless cooks, and warts, and debt,-- Enlarge his views, restore his tone,And introduce him to your Pet!

Quod Raleigh.

© Raleigh Walter Alexander