To Dog

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To Dog

Pervading pest! Old Adam, when he saw

Thy prime progenitor, I doubt not, swore

And kicked the curst kioodle from the door,

Though now thy whelpage we protect by law.

In faith, thou must have been a beastly, raw,

Uncultivated monster many score

Immemorable centuries before

Thy rigor was by breeding made to thaw.

How racy of the soil thou must have been!⁠—

Indigenous and close to nature’s heart!

How strong thy jaw-lock, habits how unclean,

And what a sink of infamy thy heart!

It may be, though, thou wert created upright.

If Man (the angels’ care) could fall, a pup might.