Nobody’s Dog.Only a dirty black and white dog!You can see him any day,Trotting meekly from street to street.He almost seems to say,As he looks in your face with wistful eye,“I don’t mean to be in your way.”His tail hangs drooping between his legs;His body is thin and spare;How he envies the sleek and well-fed dogsThat thrive on their masters’ care!And he wonders what they must think of him,And grieves at his own hard fare.Sometimes he sees a friendly face—A face that he seems to know;And he thinks he may be the masterThat he lost so long ago;And even dares to follow him home,For he loved his master so.Poor Jack! He’s only mistaken again,And stoned and driven back;But he’s used to disappointments now,And takes up his beaten track;Nobody’s dog, for nobody caresFor poor, unfortunate Jack.
Only a dirty black and white dog!You can see him any day,Trotting meekly from street to street.He almost seems to say,As he looks in your face with wistful eye,“I don’t mean to be in your way.”His tail hangs drooping between his legs;His body is thin and spare;How he envies the sleek and well-fed dogsThat thrive on their masters’ care!And he wonders what they must think of him,And grieves at his own hard fare.Sometimes he sees a friendly face—A face that he seems to know;And he thinks he may be the masterThat he lost so long ago;And even dares to follow him home,For he loved his master so.Poor Jack! He’s only mistaken again,And stoned and driven back;But he’s used to disappointments now,And takes up his beaten track;Nobody’s dog, for nobody caresFor poor, unfortunate Jack.
Only a dirty black and white dog!You can see him any day,Trotting meekly from street to street.He almost seems to say,As he looks in your face with wistful eye,“I don’t mean to be in your way.”His tail hangs drooping between his legs;His body is thin and spare;How he envies the sleek and well-fed dogsThat thrive on their masters’ care!And he wonders what they must think of him,And grieves at his own hard fare.Sometimes he sees a friendly face—A face that he seems to know;And he thinks he may be the masterThat he lost so long ago;And even dares to follow him home,For he loved his master so.Poor Jack! He’s only mistaken again,And stoned and driven back;But he’s used to disappointments now,And takes up his beaten track;Nobody’s dog, for nobody caresFor poor, unfortunate Jack.
Only a dirty black and white dog!
You can see him any day,
Trotting meekly from street to street.
He almost seems to say,
As he looks in your face with wistful eye,
“I don’t mean to be in your way.”
His tail hangs drooping between his legs;His body is thin and spare;How he envies the sleek and well-fed dogsThat thrive on their masters’ care!And he wonders what they must think of him,And grieves at his own hard fare.
His tail hangs drooping between his legs;
His body is thin and spare;
How he envies the sleek and well-fed dogs
That thrive on their masters’ care!
And he wonders what they must think of him,
And grieves at his own hard fare.
Sometimes he sees a friendly face—A face that he seems to know;And he thinks he may be the masterThat he lost so long ago;And even dares to follow him home,For he loved his master so.
Sometimes he sees a friendly face—
A face that he seems to know;
And he thinks he may be the master
That he lost so long ago;
And even dares to follow him home,
For he loved his master so.
Poor Jack! He’s only mistaken again,And stoned and driven back;But he’s used to disappointments now,And takes up his beaten track;Nobody’s dog, for nobody caresFor poor, unfortunate Jack.
Poor Jack! He’s only mistaken again,
And stoned and driven back;
But he’s used to disappointments now,
And takes up his beaten track;
Nobody’s dog, for nobody cares
For poor, unfortunate Jack.