Dance, Doggie, Dance by Unknown Author

Now, Fido, I have dressed you up
In cap, and coat, and cape;
No, no, indeed my little friend,
You cannot yet escape!
Papa has seen a foreign dog
Dressed up like you in France,
And says that little poodle pup
Was quickly taught to dance.

Come, Fido, now you must be good,
I will not hurt you there;
Now stand upon your hinder-legs
And lift them in the air.
Listen—I will hum the tune
And you must dance with me;
I want both paws, sir, if you please.
Come, Fido—one, two, three!

“Good doggie! as I’ve taught you that—
Oh dear! he’s run away.
The naughty dog! he sees a cat.
Come here, sir! Fido, stay!
There now, he’s off and won’t come back;
We’ll dance no more to-day;
And Fido’s got my dress and cape—
Oh! what will mother say?”