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Robert W Service - Pooch
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Nurse, won`t you let him in?
He`s barkin` an` scratchen` the door,
Makin` so dreffel a din
I jest can`t sleep any more;
Out there in the dark an` the cold,
Hark to him scrape an` whine,
Breakin` his heart o` gold,
Poor little pooch o` mine.

Nurse, I was sat in ma seat
In front o` the barber shop,
When there he was lickin` ma feet
As if he would never stop;
Then all of a sudden I see
That dog-catcher moseyin` by:
"Whose mongrel is that?" says he;
"It`s ma pedigree pup," says I.

Nurse, he was starved an` a-stray,
But his eyes was plumbful o` trust.
How could I turn him away?
I throwed him a bit o` a crust,
An` he choked as he gluped it up,
Then down at ma feet he curled:
Poor little pitiful pup!
Hadn`t a friend in the world.

Nurse, I was friendless too,
So we was makin` a pair.
I`m black as a cast-off shoe,
But that li`le dog didn`t care.
He loved me as much as though
Ma skin was pearly an` white:
Somehow dogs seem to know
When a man`s heart`s all right.

Nurse, we was thick as thieves;
Nothin` could pry us apart,
An` now to hear how he grieves
Is twistin` a knife in ma heart.
As I worked at ma shoe-shine stand
He`d watch me wi` eyes o` love,
A-wigglin` an` lickin` ma hand
Like I was a god above.

Nurse, I sure had no luck
That night o` the rain an` then fog;
There was that thunderin` truck,
And right in the way - ma dog.
Oh, I was a fool, I fear;
It`s harder to think than to feel . . .
I dashed in, flung the pup clear,
But - I went under the wheel. . . .

Nurse, it`s a-gittin` dark;
Guess ma time`s about up:
Don`t seem to hear him bark,
Poor, broken-hearted pup! . . .
Why, here he is, darn his skin!
Lickin` ma face once more:
How did the cuss get in?
Musta` busted the door.

God, I`m an ol` black coon,
But You ain`t conscious o` race.
I gotta be goin` soon,
I`ll be meetin` You face to face.
I`se been sinful, dice an` hooch,
But Lordy, before I die
I`se a-prayin`: "Be good to ma pooch" . . .
That`s all - little mutt, good-bye.
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