When seized by the tail,
And used like a flail,
He never was known to object;
He soon condescended to share
My weakness for choc'late eclair;
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He'd hang with the strength of despair
To a dish-towel held in the air
As long as you chose to direct;
And so,
You know,
I was pretty blamed proud of the dog.
He chewed up my sofa for good,
He mangled my opera boots;
The money he cost
To recover when lost
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Sophomore Studies at Yale.
