I sat beside a lady fair, <br />A lady grave and sweet; <br />Withal so wise, that well I might <br />Have sat me at her feet. <br />She stooped to pat the puppy dog <br />That gambolled at her knee; <br />And when she spoke, 't was in a tongue <br />Was wholly strange to me. <br /> <br />'A wizzy wizzy woggums, then! <br />A ditty dotty doggums, then! <br />And diddy wanty dumpy up? <br />A pitty witty pessums pup!' <br /> <br />I spoke to her of foreign climes, <br />Of politics and popes; <br />Of Bishop Bylow's pious rhymes, <br />And General Jingo's hopes. <br />She answered well and wittily, <br />Then turned her eyes aside, <br />And tenderly she whispered to <br />The creature by her side. <br /> <br />'A pupsy wupsy keeter, then! <br />Was never nossing sweether, then! <br />A teenty tawnty tiny tot, <br />A lovely dovely darling dot!' <br /> <br />I rose at length and strolled away, <br />Not wishing to intrude; <br />Yet thought perhaps she'd bid me stay, <br />And rather hoped she would. <br />But no! she never raised her head. <br />I turned the corner near, <br />And as I went, her silver tones <br />Still floated to my ear. <br /> <br />'A toodle toodle toodle, then! <br />A wisky wasky woodle, then! <br />A 'toopid manny gone, my joy, <br />My diddy doddy dorglums boy!'<br /><br />Laura Elizabeth Richards<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dog-gerel/
