MOTHER AND SON
MOTHER AND SON
“Bow-wow!Bow-wow!” See how he bounds and prances,“Wow!” races off, returns again and dances—A little wave of sunshine and brown fur—About his old rheumatic mother-cur.Look how she gives him back his baby biteTenderly as a human mother might.Now, poor old thing—she gazes quaintly upTo laugh dog-fashion at me. “What a pup,Master!” she seems to say: then, like a wave,He’s down on her again—“Oh, master, see,I’m growing old.... What spirits youngsters have!”Her old eyes blink as they look up at me.
“Bow-wow!Bow-wow!” See how he bounds and prances,“Wow!” races off, returns again and dances—A little wave of sunshine and brown fur—About his old rheumatic mother-cur.Look how she gives him back his baby biteTenderly as a human mother might.Now, poor old thing—she gazes quaintly upTo laugh dog-fashion at me. “What a pup,Master!” she seems to say: then, like a wave,He’s down on her again—“Oh, master, see,I’m growing old.... What spirits youngsters have!”Her old eyes blink as they look up at me.
“Bow-wow!Bow-wow!” See how he bounds and prances,“Wow!” races off, returns again and dances—A little wave of sunshine and brown fur—About his old rheumatic mother-cur.Look how she gives him back his baby biteTenderly as a human mother might.
“Bow-wow!Bow-wow!” See how he bounds and prances,
“Wow!” races off, returns again and dances—
A little wave of sunshine and brown fur—
About his old rheumatic mother-cur.
Look how she gives him back his baby bite
Tenderly as a human mother might.
Now, poor old thing—she gazes quaintly upTo laugh dog-fashion at me. “What a pup,Master!” she seems to say: then, like a wave,He’s down on her again—“Oh, master, see,I’m growing old.... What spirits youngsters have!”Her old eyes blink as they look up at me.
Now, poor old thing—she gazes quaintly up
To laugh dog-fashion at me. “What a pup,
Master!” she seems to say: then, like a wave,
He’s down on her again—“Oh, master, see,
I’m growing old.... What spirits youngsters have!”
Her old eyes blink as they look up at me.