S.E. KISER.
THE BEST DOG
Yes, I went to see the bow-wows, and I looked at every one,
Proud dogs of each breed and strain that's underneath the sun;
But not one could compare with--you may hear it with surprise--
A little yellow dog I know that never took a prize.
Not that they would have skipped him when they gave the ribbons out,
Had there been a class to fit him--though his lineage is in doubt.
No judge of dogs could e'er resist the honest, faithful eyes
Of that plain little yellow dog that never took a prize.
Suppose he wasn't trained to hunt, and never killed a rat,
And isn't much on tricks or looks or birth--well, what of that?
That might be said of lots of folks whom men call great and wise,
As well as of that yellow dog that never took a prize.
It isn't what a dog can do, or what a dog may be,
That hits a man. It's simply this--does he believe in me?
And by that test I know there's not the compeer 'neath the skies
Of that plain little yellow dog that never took a prize.
Oh, he's the finest little pup that ever wagged a tail,
And followed man with equal joy to Congress or to jail.
I'm going to start a special show--'Twill beat the world for size--
For faithful little yellow dogs, and each shall have a prize.
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