Nursery Rhyme. DLVII. Natural History.

    Bow, wow, wow,
        Whose dog art thou?
    Little Tom Tinker's dog,
        Bow, wow, wow.

    Leg over leg,
        As the dog went to Dover;
    When he came to a stile,
        Jump he went over.

    I had a little dog, and his name was Blue Bell,
    I gave him some work, and he did it very well;
    I sent him up stairs to pick up a pin,
    He stepped in the coal-scuttle up to the chin;
    I sent him to the garden to pick some sage,
    He tumbled down and fell in a rage;
    I sent him to the cellar to draw a pot of beer,
    He came up again and said there was none there.

    Pussy sits behind the fire,
        How can she be fair?
    In comes the little dog,
        Pussy, are you there?
    So, so, Mistress Pussy,
        Pray how do you do?
    Thank you, thank you, little dog,
        I'm very well just now.

    Pussey cat sits by the fire,
        How did she come there?
    In walks the little dog,
        Says, "Pussey! are you there?
    How do you do, Mistress Pussey?
        Mistress Pussey, how d'ye do?"
    "I thank you kindly, little dog,
        I fare as well as you!"

    I had a little dog, and they called him Buff;
    I sent him to the shop for a hap'orth of snuff;
    But he lost the bag, and spill'd the snuff,
    So take that cuff, and that's enough.